It blazed up fiercely as it went through the air, and from the men who beset us there rose a howl as they saw it.

Several ran and tried to reach it with their spears, but they were not in time.

The first damp straws of the thatch hissed for a moment, dried, and burst into flame, and then nought could stop the burning.

The red flames gathered brightness every moment, lighting up two sides of the stockading, in the midst of which the hall stood.

Then an arrow clicked on Stuf's helm, and he came down into shelter.
"This is a strange affair, Master," he said.