He reined up, and cried in a great voice: "Ho, strangers! are you wandering here ?" "Ay; we are lost till the storm passes.

Can you guide us to shelter before the rain comes ?" I said.
"Whence come you ?" he asked.
"We are Alfred's men from Taunton--going to the thane's house at Cannington." "Ay, is that so?
Then I will guide you.

Follow," he said, and he rode on.
One could see him plainly when the lightning came, and it showed a tall man, grey bearded, and clad in a long hooded horseman's cloak, under which gleamed golden-shining mail.

Well mounted on a great horse he was also, and its sides were white with foam on the dark skin, as though he had ridden hard.
We mounted and went after him, with the lightning playing round us and glancing from the mail of our leader as his arm threw the cloak back over his shoulder from time to time.

He led us along the hill crest northward, crossing the places where the fire beacons had been; and we wondered whither he was taking us, for shelter here was none.