Wherever I go on this island, them big grim lads is watchin'. iffen it aint master oldgrove its some other lad, starin' with them grey eyes, like wolves watchin' a new born foal. Aint much ter do at this lake-hold iffen they'm all watchin yer. So there aint much point stayin', and Oldgrove he'em keen ter be off back ter Brig bewiccan. I got ter find Gyth, and bawde... an' we got ter get into the dead town.
Now I listened ter the good master here, I did. And his tales are fine ones, though what with him being a wealas and not talking properly I dursen't understand the whole o' it. Better he tells Gyth, iffen he wants his tales told aright. she knows how ter get yer on the edge of yer seat. But, he'em still sayin' the same thing. Over an' over.. and kindly he may be, but I aint staying aelf-cursed just because he dursent want me ter go to brig bewiccan.
He tells me too, there were three big kingdoms here, and brig bewiccan weren't the biggest - points over the water at a great heap an jumble of stones. That, says he, was the best. Heh... i has ter tell gyth an' bawde. I seen the cyng-house on this island, an' it is a wonder ... an' iffen that jumble is the cyng's city... it has got ter be worth a peek, aint it?
He gets me a'talking about the burnt man. Tis my own fault, I knows it now, yammerin' when he caught me with his star. But he aint chopped of m'fingers, an' he wont leave it alone, so I ups and tells him what I been about. I thought it would make me feel better - but it aint. not really. Master Oldgrove is a kind man, but he aint heard gyth's master, no, nor seen Him neither. He'll have my hand off me, iffen I don't bring Him back summat good. An' knowin' how he eats yer thoughts, I'll prob'ly thank him fer it affore I realise what He's about.
