One thought to hurl it into the pool.

Yet if so he could have done it, or would have tried again." "Come, let us search the place," said Howel.
I hung the sword to my saddle bow, while Evan took the horses.

The leather scabbard was black with the bog water of the turf where it had been set, but the blade within it was yet bright and keen.
Then I and the prince together walked slowly round the edge of the black pool on the broad stretch of grass between the bog around it and the loosely piled stones of the cliffs' foot.

Here and there even this turf shook to our tread, as if it too were undermined with bog, and we went warily, therefore, wishing that we had not left our spears by the horses.
"One would call such a place as this 'the devil's cauldron' in our land," said Howel.

"I mislike it altogether." Then he sprang back with a start, and clutched my arm and pointed to the ground at his feet.