This is no place for us to bide in.

Did you hear those voices ?" I had heard the echoes from the rocks after the great crash, and they were strange and wild enough, but I heard nothing more.
"I heard one shout some time since," I said, rising up from where I still sat as Howel had left me.
"Nay, but the wailing when the stone fell," he said.

"Wailing from all around.

Wailing as of the lost.

Come hence, Oswald." I do not know if the man of the more ancient race heard more than I, mingled with those wild echoes, but I know that Howel the prince feared little.