We can bide here with the men if not." He laughed a little.
"I think so, but that is a question for the leech.

Ask the dame.
Maybe she will answer if you speak her fair." Howel went to do that, saying that maybe she would listen to a Briton, for most of her wrath was concerning my Saxon arms.

So presently I heard her shrill voice growing calmer as Howel coaxed her, and then there was a sound as if she climbed from her perch, and Howel came back to us.
"We may take you, she says.

Hither come the men in all haste also, and we may get away from this place at once.

These hills are uncanny on Midsummer Eve, and I am glad that we have long daylight before us." Then said Owen: "Oswald, I have not withal, but I would fain reward the bard and the old woman for their care of me.