“And so thou art not Gyda’s daughter?” cried the woman.
Egwina shook her head.
“Then thou hast no claim to gold or gem that may be found?” said the woman quickly.
“None,” said Egwina briefly.
“Tell us where she kept them hidden,” cried the man.
“I know not,” replied the maiden. “I only know that the day she died,” and a strong shudder shook her frame at the remembrance, “I came upon her as she did count some gold from a box. Did ye not see it when ye came into the room?”
“Was it the room where we found ye together?” asked the man.
“Yes.”
“And thou has not seen aught but that?” queried he.
“Naught but that,” replied the girl, wearily.