good-bye!' He had a good voice.

When the last note had floated away I remounted, but there was a charm in the spot, something particular and individual because while we were looking at it before turning our horses' heads away the singer said: 'I wonder what is the name of this place,' and the other man remarked: 'Why, there is no village here,' and the first one insisted: 'No, I mean this spot, this very place.' The wounded trooper decided that it had no name probably.

But he was wrong.

It had a name.
The hill, or the rock, or the wood, or the whole had a name.

I heard of it by chance later.