There I was stayed, for Evan had never ceased to cry to his fellows to stop me, and there was a row of ready swords waiting for me.

And there were more men coming down the path, Welshmen as I could see by their arms, and by their white tunics which glimmered in the moonlight.

So that was closed to me, and it seemed that here I must fight my last fight.
Then as I could not go over the side I went to the high stern and leapt on it, half hoping that the men on shore might not be quick enough to stay me from a leap thence, but they were there alongside before me.

Evan was up now, and cheering on the men on deck to attack me, but not seeming to care to lead them.

They gathered together and came aft to me slowly, planning, as it would seem, how best to attack me, for the steering deck on which I was raised me four feet or so above them.