So I thanked him, and said that I could wish for nothing better than to be his guest until I could go on my way hence.
Now the princess went to the cliff top and called Govan, while I armed myself.

The hermit came back, and I bade him farewell, with many thanks for his kindnesses during the hours I had been with him; and so I went from the little cell with the blessing of Govan the Hermit on me, and that was a bright ending to hours which had been dark enough.

Govan the Saint, men call him, now that he has gone from among them, and rightly do they give him that name, as I think.
Howel dismounted one of his men, and set me on the horse in his place, and then we rode to the camp at the landing place by the track which had led me hither, passing the head of the rift from which I had escaped, so that I saw its terrors in full daylight.
And they were even more awesome to me than as I hung on the brink with the depths unknown below me.

Then Howel told me how once a hunter had come suddenly on that gulf with his horse at full gallop, and had been forced to leap or court death by checking the steed.

He had cleared it in safety, but the terror of what he had done bided with him, so that he died in no long time; I could well believe it.
Then the princess told me many things of Govan, and among others that the poor folk held that when the Danes came and stole the bell from him he had been hidden from them in the rock wall of the chapel, which had gaped to take him in, closing on him and setting him free when danger was past.