At last he opened his eyes, and I fetched the horn of strong mead that Howel had bidden his folk hang on my saddle bow when we rode out, and that brought him to himself again.

He sat up on the snow and thanked me humbly.
"Now, what will you do ?" I said.

"Let me tell you that Thorgils is after you, and that Howel has set a price on your head, or was going to do so.

And it is better that you cross the sea no more, for if ever any one of the men of Gerent or Ina catch you your life will be forfeit." "I will get me to North Wales or Mercia, Thane, and there will I live honestly, and that I will swear.

Only, I will pray you not to tell Howel that I am free." "I am like to tell no man," I answered grimly.