No sign of the men remained.

I could hear voices and the sounds of men running in the quiet, and I thought these came from the guard, who were hurrying up from the gate.
"The men have rolled into the ditch," I said.

"I can see nothing now." Then we ran out, bidding the captain of the guard to stand to arms as we passed through the great door of the palace, and so we went round to the place whence the arrows had come.

A score of men from the gate were already clustered there on the earthworks, talking fast as Welshmen will, but heedful to challenge us as we came.

I saw that they had somewhat on the ground in the midst of them.
"Here is a strange affair, my Prince," one of them said, as he held out his hand to help Owen up the earthworks.
The group stood aside for us to look on what they had found, and that was a man, fully armed in the Welsh way of Gerent's guards, but slain by the well-aimed blow of a strong seax that was yet left where it had been driven home above the corselet.