It was very dark when we marched from Pevensea.

We followed the earl's men, and save for remembering the muddy torchlit causeway to firm ground from the castle, and after that dim hill and dale passed in turn, and a long causeway and bridge that spanned the mouth of a narrow valley that opened into the great Pevensea level, I knew not much of what country we went through.

After passing that causeway we came into forest land, going along a track for awhile, and then turning inland across rolling hills till we began to go down again.

And as the first streaks of dawn began to show above the woods, the word was passed for silence, and then that we should lie down and rest in the fern on the edge of a steep slope below which shone the faint gleam of water.
Then came Wulfnoth and spoke to Olaf, and said that he and his men would go beyond the village so as to take the outlaws from the rear.

He would send a man to us who would show us all that was needed.
After that we lay and waited, and as the sun rose and the light grew stronger, I thought that I had never seen a more beautiful place.
We were above a little cliff of red rock that went down to the valley of the Ashbourne brook.