“See，“shesaid，pointingtoalineaboutfourinchesfromthetop，“thetreehasbeensawnintwolength-waysandthelidlaidon。Come，help。“
Thenshetookaniron-shodstaffwhichwehadbroughtwithus，andworkeditssharppointintothecrack，afterwhichwebothrestedourweightuponthestaff。Thelidofthecoffinliftedquiteeasily，foritwasnotpeggeddown，andslidofitsownweightoverthesideofthetree。Inthecavitybeneathwasaformcoveredwithapurplecloakstainedasthoughbysaltwater。Freydisaliftedthecloak，andtherelaytheWandererashehadbeenplacedathousandormoreofyearsbeforeourtime，asperfectashehadbeeninthehourofhisdeath，forthetanninfromthenew-felledtreeinwhichhewasburiedhadpreservedhim。
Breathlesswithwonder，webentdownandexaminedhimbythelightofthelamps。Hewasatall，spareman，toallappearanceofbetweenfiftyandsixtyyearsofage。Hisfacewasthinandfine；heworeashort，grizzledbeard；hishair，sofarasitcouldbeseenbeneathhishelmet，wasbrownandlightlytingedwithgrey。
“Doeshecallanyonetoyourmind？“askedFreydisa。
“Yes，Ithinkso，alittle，“Ireplied。“Whoisit，now？Oh！Iknow，mymother。“