She is dressed in black, an' has a veil over her face; an' she's comin' this way." "Bedman," answers the dragoon, "go to the gate an' look back along the Plymouth road, an' tell me what you see." "I see," says my father, coming back with his teeth chattering, "I see, twenty yards back, a naked child comin'.

He looks to be callin', but he makes no sound." "Because his voice is wearied out," says the dragoon.

And with that he faced about, and walked to the gate slowly.
"Bedman, come wi' me an' see the rest," he says, over his shoulder.
He opened the gate, unhitched the bridle and swung himself heavily up in the saddle.
Now from the gate the bank goes down pretty steep into the road, and at the foot of the bank my father saw two figures waiting.

'Twas the woman and the child, hand in hand; and their eyes burned up like coals: and the woman's veil was lifted, and her throat bare.
As the horse went down the bank towards these two, they reached out and took each a stirrup and climbed upon his back, the child before the dragoon and the woman behind.

The man's face was set like a stone.
Not a word did either speak, and in this fashion they rode down the hill towards Ruan sands.