I never feared muckle on earth, and I'll not begin now." I saw that the end was very near.

The pain had gone, and there was a queer innocence in his lean face.

His eyes shut and opened again, and each time the light was dimmer.
Suddenly he lifted himself.

"The Horn of Diarmaid has sounded," he cried, and dropped back in my arms.
That was the last word he spoke.
I watched by him till the dark fell, and long after.

Then as the moon rose I bestirred myself, and looked for a place of burial.