“I ain’t got the wind for saying and walking too,” said the old man, and stopped; “leastways, not potery.” He drew a deep breath and said—
“When Arden’s lord still lacketh ten
And may not see his nine again,
Let Arden stand as Arden may
On Arden Knoll at death of day.
If he have skill to say the spell
He shall find the treasure, and all be well!”
“I say!” said both the children. “And where’s Arden Knoll?” Edred asked.
“Up yonder.” He pointed to the mound where they had had lunch.
Elfrida inquired, “What treasure?”