I only got a glimpse of them, but 'twas enough to show me they were of that Western nation that I dreaded.
They were gone in an instant.
"That looks bad for us, Andrew," Ringan said.

"If they had come down on us yelling for our scalps, we would have had a merry meeting.

But they're either gone to bring their friends or they're trying to take us in the back.

I'll guard the front, and you keep your eyes on the hinder parts, though a jackdaw could scarcely win over these craigs." A sudden burst of sun came out, while Ringan and I waited uneasily.

The great blue roll of mountain we had left was lit below the mist with a glory of emerald and gold.