But I had more to ask him, and I spoke sternly.

Behind me was a rattle of arms, as if Howel would have stayed him.
"Morfed," I said, "you have yet to tell me where Owen, the prince, is hidden.

If you would finish what you are about here, tell me straightway, or bid one of these men shew me, or we will stay all this wizardry." Maybe I spoke more boldly than I felt, for indeed the whole business and the place made all seem uncanny.

I know that my comrades feared it all.
But now Morfed heeded my word no longer.

Slowly at last he turned away, and now he must needs look back toward the altar stone and the menhir in turning, and the sight of them seemed to bring to his mind what work he had here, so that in a moment I was forgotten, and he sprang past me toward his attendants, one of whom was pointing silently, but with a white face, to the shadow of the menhir.