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BY BELL, BOOK, AND CANDLE.
I had never been into Sedgemoor before, and so went straight on as I could, only turning aside from swampy places while the light lasted.
Then I must wait for the moon to rise, and I sat me down under an old thorn tree on a little rise where I could see about me.

I had come out of the woods, and all the moor was open to the west and south so far as I could see.

I knew that the place was haunted of evil spirits, and shunned at night time by all: but now I was not afraid of them--or indeed of anything, save the wolves.

The terror of the man I had left had put that fear into my head, or I think that, desperate as I was, only the sound of a pack of them in full cry would have warned me.
Still, I had heard no more since that one howled an hour ago.
Cold mists rose from the marsh, and in them I could see lights flitting.
A month or two ago I should have feared them, thinking of Beowulf, son of Hygelac, and what befell him and his comrades from the marsh fiends, Grendel and his dam.