He had waked from some sort of a swoon while he was being carried, in the midst of many men, and again had come to himself when his litter had been set down.

At that time there was seemingly a quarrel between Morfed and his two followers and these men, and it ended by the many departing and leaving him to the priest.

That was, as I knew, when the hillmen would not come into the lost valley.
"They set my sword beside me," he said.

"Presently in the dark I saw the gleam of a pool, and I made shift to throw it into the water, so that no outlaw or Morgan's man should boast that he wore it.

Ina gave it me.