"Bring in the woman!"

The command was followed by the entrance of Cicely. Leaning on her
crutch, she bent lowly before the chief.

"Hast thou any suit or accusation to prefer against these men, as
touching thy boy?"

"Oh, my lord!" said the dame, weeping, "I never aforetime knew him
missing; and he has slept i' the Killer Dane, where the great battle was
fought below the castle. He has watched i' the 'Thrutch,' where the
black dog haunts from sunset till cock-crow. He has leapt over the
fairies' ring and run through the old house at Gozlewood, and no harm
has befallen him; but he is now ta'en from me,--cast out, maybe, into
some noisome pit. The timbers and stones are leapt on to the hill again,
but my boy is not there!"

She wept and wrung her withered hands.

"Hast thou any witness against these men?"

"Oh! my lord, they bribed me with their gifts that I should suffer the
boy to watch; and I am poor, and I thought he wore a charmed life, and
the little hoard would be a comfort and a stay in my old age."

"Thou hast done wickedly in this," said the lord. "Howbeit, I will keep
them in the stocks; peradventure it may quicken the wits of their
outdoor friends to find out the mover of these scurvy pranks. The post
and timbers would not go up hill unless some knave had holpen to lift
them."