Whereby I supposed that they had passed round the corner.

On the rampart an armed sentry was pacing, black against the low moon, and beyond him the fires of the Welsh--who watched us--burnt as brightly as last night.
Now there was a gentle knock on the outer door, and I opened it.
One of the thanes said that the man who served me would see me, and I went out into the great hall, bidding Sighard and the chaplain goodnight as I did so.

Down the length of the hall men were throwing themselves on the rushes to sleep along the walls in their wonted places, though there were yet groups at the tables still telling tales and drinking.

The torches were almost all burnt out save where these men were, and across the open roof were strange white shafts of moonlight through the smoke, from windows and under westward eaves.
Outside the door, on the high place, stood Erling alone, for the tables there had been cleared away.

Only the throne of the king remained.