So the Lord of Dyved climbed the Fair-Mound of Arbeth and the seven chieftains of Dyved
climbed with him…
As they sat in counsel on the top of the Fair-Mound, they saw a woman, wearing gold
brocade, riding by, on a pale white horse.
Of comely bearing, and fair in face and form she was, and a fine, fitting, match for any young man.
She was approaching along the highway which ran past the hill.
“Men,” said Tyrnonos, Thunder-of-Water, “does anyone here recognise that woman?”
“No, indeed, Lord,” they all answered.
“Then let one of you go to find out who she is,” said Tyrnonos.
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