It was a phrase no one in the village of Kestrel’s Fall could understand, though it had been carved into the lintel of the Old North Gate for centuries:
She pieced together the result:
Tnzyl... aghnyt... alwd... llmwt... wbd. tnzyl aghnyt alwd llmwt wbd
W → D B → Y D → W
Wbd → Dyw → "Dyw"? No. Try again.