Many men all-weaponed were on the decks, and the minstrels high up on the poop were blowing a merry song of return on their battle-horns.
"Lo, you," said the Puny Fox, "thy luck or mine hath served thee this time, in that the Flaming Sword did not overhaul thee ere thou madest the haven.

We are well here at least." Said Hallblithe: "But may not some of them come up hither perchance ?" "Nay, nay," said the Puny Fox; "they fear the old man in the cleft yonder; for he is not over guest-fain.

This mead is mine own, as for other living men; it is my unroofed house, and I have here a house with a roof also, which I will show thee presently.

For now since the Flaming Sword hath come, there is no need for haste; nay, we cannot depart till they have gone up-country.

So I will show thee presently what we shall do to-night." So there they sat and watched those men bring their ship to the shore and moor her hard by Hallblithe's boat.