There was no feasting in Gerent's house now.
Very early in the next dawning Howel and I rode westward with five score men of Gerent's best after us, into wilder country than I had ever yet seen; and late in the evening we came to where the countless folds of Dartmoor lie round the heads of Dart River.

And there Tregoz had set his house, and I think that it was the first that had ever been in those wilds, save the huts of the villagers.
Only the hall of the place had been burnt, and there yet stood the house of the steward on the village green, if one may call a meadow that had a dozen huts round it by that name, and we bestowed ourselves in the great room of that, while our men found places in stables and outhouses and the huts.

Every man of the place had fled as they saw us coming, for the fear of Gerent was on them; but the women and children remained, and they had heard of the son of Owen, at least, since he and I were in Dartmoor in the spring.

I had some of them brought to me when we were rested, and told them that none need fear aught, knowing that they would tell their menfolk.
And so it was, for after we had been quietly in the place for two days the men were back and at their work again.

I do not think that even our Mendip miners were so wild as these people, and their strange Welsh was hard for me and Howel to understand.