There was no rain yet and no wind, and the heat grew with the storm.
Soon the nearness of the flashes scared our horses, and we had to dismount and lead them, and in the darkness we lost the little track among the heavy heather.

And then there seemed to me to be a new sound rising among the thunder, and I called to Harek, bidding him hearken.
It came from seaward, and swelled up louder and louder and nearer, until it passed over our heads--the yelp and bay of Odin's wild hounds, and the trample and scream of his horses and their dead riders.

A great fear fell on me, so that the cold sweat stood on my forehead, while the hunt seemed everywhere above us for a moment, and then passed inland among the thunder that hardly drowned its noises.
Then Osmund the jarl cried out: "That was Odin's hunt.

I have heard it before, and ill came thereof.

He hunts us who forsake him." And out of the darkness Harek answered, without one shake in his brave voice: "Odin's hunt in truth it was, and the ill comes to Odin, who must leave this land before the might of the Cross.