I hold him blameless of that, for what could a boy of thirteen, however wise, do against their word and plans?
But Thrand of Colchester lives yet, being port reeve of his own town under Egil, my good friend.
None have ever seen the White Lady of the Mere again, nor has aught ill befallen my thrall, who thought he saw her.

I gave him his freedom when we were wedded, and he is over the herds for us.

But ever do I choose rather to call my dear one "Uldra," the name which she borrowed from the White Lady when I met her at Bosham, and asked what I should call her, for by that name I learnt to love her.
Now one day she bade me take her to the great mound of Boadicea the queen beyond the river, for she had somewhat to show me, and half fearing I went.

But she had no fear of the place, and one might see that she knew her way through the pathless woods around it well, so that I wondered.

She led me across the water which stands around it in the old trench, stepping on fallen trees which made a sort of bridge, and then went to a place where the bushes grew thickly and tangled.
"Can you see aught strange here ?" she said to me.
I could see nothing but thicket of briar and sloe climbing the steep side of the mound.