So he had her lifted to him on his horse, and went slowly and carefully down the hill toward the village with her.

I had told him all that had happened by this time, and I was to bring word presently to him of how the search went.
So I and those two friends who had first come sat there on the cliff top waiting in silence for the coming of the man with his ropes.

All that could be said had been said.
Here and there on the face of the cliff some yew trees had managed to find a holding, and their boughs were broken by the passage of the horse at least through them.

But there were no shreds of clothing on them, as if Erpwald had reached them.

That might be because the weightier horse fell first.