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HOW OSWALD AND HOWEL DARED THE SECRET OF THE MENHIR, AND MET.
A WIZARD.
So we two rode on together over the wild hills, and talked of what chance there might be of finding Owen on the morrow.

He could not tell me if his wounds were deep, for he was far off and helpless, but he told me how he had fought, and that was even as I had known he would.
Now the soft June darkness had fallen, and we were not a mile from the first houses of the village.

Soon, if they were alert, we should meet the first outpost of our men who guarded us, and mayhap it were better that Evan came no farther tonight.

Yet I would know somewhat of himself and the way in which he had helped me thus.