"
"But I think we have found him, or nearly," Howel answered. "Come
with me. This is no place for us to bide in. Did you hear those
voices?"
I had heard the echoes from the rocks after the great crash, and
they were strange and wild enough, but I heard nothing more.
"I heard one shout some time since," I said, rising up from where I
still sat as Howel had left me.
"Nay, but the wailing when the stone fell," he said. "Wailing from
all around. Wailing as of the lost. Come hence, Oswald."
I do not know if the man of the more ancient race heard more than
I, mingled with those wild echoes, but I know that Howel the prince
feared little. Now he was afraid, even in the bright sunlight, and
owned it.
But the first shock had passed from me, and I looked for our
horses. They had gone. I think that the fall of the menhir scared
them, for they were yet tied where Evan left them, just before
that.
"Howel, the horses have broken loose and gone," I cried.
"Let them be," he said; "they will but go to the men down the
valley, and will be caught there. Come, we must get hence."
He fairly dragged me with him towards the glen, and it was not
until we were out of the circle of cliffs round the pool and
picking our way among the boulders of the water course, that he
spoke again.
"That is better," he said,--"one can breathe here.
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