… 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.
Caradawg went but by the time he had reached the highway, despite her
steady pace, the horse-woman had already gone past without so much as
a look to the left or to the right of her. He followed on foot as best he could
but the greater his speed, the farther ahead she drew and when he saw
that his pursuit was in vain he returned to the Fair-Mound and said to
Tyrnonos, “Lord, it is pointless to follow the horse-woman on foot.”
Now, Tyrnonos, who was a prince among princes, was not used to such treatment from
“All right,” he said, “but there is some meaning in this, let us return to the hall
and see if she rides past this way tomorrow.”
“A wonder indeed, we have seen today,” said Unig-the-Tall to Hevyd Broad-Back,
“a woman who will not stop for the lord and his company!” …
Excerpt from, Crucible of the Sun, by Stuart France