He picked up the light and looked down on the struggle.
He was a tall, very lean man, smooth faced, and black haired, helmetless and shieldless, but wearing the plated hauberk of the soldier.

There was no scabbard on his left side, but his right hand held a long bright sword.
For a second he lifted the light high, while he took in the scene.

His eyes were dark and dancing, like the ripples on a peat stream.

"So-ho!" he said softly.

"Murder! And by our own vermin!" He appeared to brood for a second, and then he acted.