"Trust the old witch who wishes you well, Redwald, my son; she who has nursed Hertha for so long will care for her till the last; safe she will be until you return to find her when the foolishness of Ethelred is paid for." "Where can you hide ?" I asked, and urged her to tell me more, but she would not do so.
"No man would dream of the hiding place that I shall seek," she said, "and I will tell it to none.

Then will it be the surer." "I know all this country," I answered.

"There is no place." She smiled faintly, and paused a little, thinking.
"I will tell you this," she said at last.

"You go to the king; well--I go to the queen.

That is all you may know.