What shall we do with him ?" "He was a faithful fellow, Roger, and as there is no need for haste now, we will give him some sort of burial, and not let him lie here in the road." "We have nought to dig a grave with," Roger remarked.
"No, but there are plenty of stones about." He dismounted, and with Roger's help carried the dead man a short distance away, laid him down by the side of a great boulder, and then piled stones around and over him.
"That will do, Roger.

'Tis not like that anyone will disturb those stones, for years to come.

He will rest as well there as if he lay in a grave.

Now, let us look to the others." The man he had struck across the throat, and the last Roger had hit, were both dead.

Two of the others were but stunned, while the one upon whose shoulder Roger's blow had fallen was lying insensible, and evidently was fast bleeding to death.
"We can do naught for him," Oswald said.