They had gone, and there seemed no cover for them anywhere, unless they dwelt in clefts and caves of the bare tors around us.
So we feared no longer lest there should be any ambush set for us, and went about to see what they had left.
There were the long line that had noosed me, the earthen drum with its dry skin head, the raw hide thongs we had been bound with, and the food and drink; and that was all save what weapons lay round the slain, and the bodies of the two good greyhounds.
"These are but men, and not trolls as one might well think," I said, looking on those who lay before us.
One whom I had slain had a heavy gold torque round his neck, and twisted gold armlets, being the chief, as I think.

Kolgrim took these off and gave them to me, and then he went to the drum and dashed it on a stone and broke it, saying nothing.
"Let us be going," I said.

"These folk will come back and see to their dead." But Kolgrim looked at the drumhead and took it, and then coiled the long line on his arm.
"Trust a sailor for never losing a chance of getting a new bit of rigging," said Harek, laughing; for he seemed none the worse for the things of last night, which indeed began to seem ghostly and dreamlike to us all.

"But what good is the bit of skin ?" "Here be strange charms wrought into it," Kolgrim said.

"It will make a sword scabbard that will avail somewhat against such like folk if ever we meet them again." Truly there were marks as of branded signs on the bit of skin, and so he kept it; and I hung the gold trophies in my belt, and Harek took some of the remains of our supper: and so we went to the horses, seeing nothing of the wild men anywhere.
Very glad were the good steeds to see us come, and the falcon, who still sat on the saddle where I had perched her, spread her wings and ruffled her feathers to hear us.