For he set the light very carefully in the crook of a joist so that it illumined the whole hut.

Then he reached out a hand, plucked the ex-priest from his quarry, and, swinging him in both arms, tossed him through the door into the darkness.

It would seem that he fell hard, for there was a groan and then silence.
"One less," he said softly.
The three had turned to face him, warned by Gil's exclamation, and found themselves looking at the ominous bar of light which was his sword.
Cornered like rats, they took small comfort from the odds.

They were ready to surrender, still readier to run, and they stood on their defence with no fight in their faces, whining in their several patois.
All but the man from the south.

He was creeping round in the darkness by the walls, and had in his hands a knife.