But she knew not where the great queen lay.

Maybe her resting place is below the mound itself, or maybe she lies elsewhere, as some say.
Then said I: "Let us close the place.

I pray that none may need it again." So I loosened the earth above with my spear butt and it fell and covered the doorway.

And none, save Hertha and myself, know where its place is.
Yet men say that they see the bale fires burning even now, on the mound top on the nights when men look for such things.

I have never seen them.
There are two men of whom I must say a word, for I love them well.
One is Father Ailwin, our priest, and my old master--who bides here with Oswin, whom I prayed to stay with us also--growing old peacefully; and the other is Elfric the abbot, my friend ever, and now Cnut's best adviser.