Now I know that nought but the power of the cross shall avail on such minds as yours, for the lore of the older days is not for you.

See! This is an end, and now you in your simpleness shall do one last thing for me." I saw that the hand which yet rested on the altar was swelling already, and was waxing fiery red with four black marks where the fangs struck it.

And I had a sort of pity for him, seeing him bear this, which he deemed his punishment, bravely.

Still, he had answered nothing as to where Owen was.
"Morfed," I said, therefore--"if it is indeed the last hour for you, make amends for another ill by telling me where Owen is, and I will do what you ask me, if it is what I may do honestly and as a Christian." "Grave me a cross on yonder menhir in token that the days of the Druid are numbered," he said softly, sitting down on the stone with his head bowed, as if in deadly faintness.
Two steps took me to the menhir, and I drew my seax that I might do as he asked me.

It was a little thing, and Christian, and I thought that maybe he had come to himself from the madness of which men spoke.