And there by the side of the spring was a little turf-built hut, hardly to be known from the shelving bank against which it leant, and to that the earl led us.
"Now," he said, "tie the horses somewhere, and we will go and speak with the Wise Woman." At that Relf was not pleased, as it seemed, for he did not dismount.
"Come not if you fear her," said Wulfnoth; "bide with the horses if you will, while I and Olaf's cousin go in.

Maybe there will be a message that he must take to his kinsman." "I have nought to seek from the old dame," said Relf, "nor is there aught that I fear from her.

I give her venison betimes, as is fitting.

I will bide with the horses." Wulfnoth said no more to him, and turned sharply to me.

"You give her no venison--maybe you fear her therefore!" he said in a scornful way enough.
"I fear her no more than Relf," I answered, "but, like him, I will not seek her without reason." "Maybe there is reason for you to hear what she tells me," the earl said.