There was more than enmity in the look of these men, and one to three has little chance.

Whatever strange fears my friends had felt passed with the sight of danger.
But while Morfed spoke his followers were still, listening to him intently, until at last he seemed to dismiss them; and then they turned from him with a strange deep reverence, and folded their hands on their breasts, and came past where we stood, not looking at us, but with their eyes on the ground as if they were going back, up the water course whence they came.

And at that I thought they might be going to where Owen was, and that they would harm him.
"Quick, Evan," I said; "follow them.

See where they go." "Ay, follow them," said Morfed.

"Now I care not what befalls." And with that he raised his voice and called somewhat to the men, and they quickened their pace into the glen.