When the light fails, the white stag that Gutherius has chased vanishes and:
"Wind piped among the trees." (pp. 625-626)
The following day, as he blunders through a lifeless part of the forest:
"...there was only the wind soughing in the crowns and tearing dead leaves loose." (p. 626)
The following night, during a great storm, trees groan and toss as the wind tears branches loose and hurtles them.
The old woman who was Nehalennia had predicted woe, then reward.
The following morning, Gutherius' reward begins. The weather is:
"...calm and sunny." (ibid.)
The hound of Nehalennia leads him to a beach where he helps a shipwrecked crew so that later he is rewarded with a fair share of the cargo. Thus, he invests in a ship that trades with Britain:
"Ever did she enjoy fair weather and a following wind..." (p. 628)
Gutherius raises an altar, makes generous offerings and always bows to the evening and morning stars.
We have quoted the closing paragraph before but it bears repetition:
"Hers are the trees, the vine, and the fruits thereof. Hers are the sea and the ships that plow it. Hers are the well-being of mortals and peace among them." (ibid.)
Amen.





