Then my mind went to Evan, the chapman outlaw, and I thought that by this time he would have given me up, and would be far away by now, beyond the reach of Thorgils and his wrath.
Now the seaward door opened, and a swirl of spray from the breakers on the rocks came in with my host, who set a great armful of drift wood on the floor, closed it, and so turned to me.
"Good morrow, my son," he said.

"How fare you after rest ?" "Well as can be, father," I answered, sitting up.

"Stiff I am, and maybe somewhat black and blue, but that is all.

I have no hurt.

But surely I have slept long ?" "A matter of ten hours, my son, and that without stirring.