And Owen and he talked, and I know that he told him all that had happened and what his own plans for me were, under the seal of secrecy.

And then he begged the good priest to tell me of my loss.
So it came to pass that presently Dicul took me on his knee and told me wonderful stories of the martyrs of old time, and of his own land in times that are not so far off; and when it seemed to me that indeed there is nought more wonderful and blessed than to give life for the faith, he told me how my father had fallen at the hands of heathen men, and was indeed a martyr himself.

I do not know that he could have done it more wisely or sweetly, for half the sting was lost in the wonder of it all.
But he did not tell me who it was had slain my father, and that I did not know for many a long day.
After that we ate with him, and he gave us some little store for a journey, and so Owen and I rode on again, westward, homeless indeed, but in no evil case.
Now, as one may suppose, Owen's first thought was to get me beyond the reach of Erpwald, whose mood might change again, from that in which he let us go with what we would, to that in which he came on us.

So all that day we went on steadily, sleeping the night in a little wayside inn, and pushing on again in the early morning, until Owen deemed it safe for us to draw rein somewhat, and for my sake to travel slowly.
At this time he had no clear plan in his head for the ending of our journey, nor was there need to make one at once.

We had store of money to last us for many a long day, what with my father's and that which Owen had of his own, and we were well mounted, and what few things we needed to seem but travellers indeed Owen bought in some little town we passed through on the third day.