The old woman still sat on the cromlech, and when she saw me her voice rose afresh with more hard words, which I would not notice.
"Evan," I said, "how shall we take the prince hence ?" "The litter they brought him on stands behind the hut yonder," he answered; "for this man tells me so.

Also he says that we are not half a mile from our men, and that we can see one from just above here." So I sent him to bring them, telling him how the horses were gone, so that we had no need to go back into the valley.

To tell the truth, I was as much relieved in my mind that we need not do so as it was plain that he was.

Then when he was gone I went back to Owen, and he asked me if we had seen Morfed.

I did not tell him more than that we had done so, but that he was not here, one of his two men having guided us, for the tale we must tell him by and by might be better untold as yet.
"It does not matter," he said.