Þou marchest streiȝt ahead, þrouȝ þe silent ƿood, over þe snoƿy pæþ beneaþ þee. Alone þou art. Looking 'round, þou canst see noȝt but þe toƿering, looming trees. Þis lond belongeþ to þem. Þou canst go backƿard or forward.