This is over troll-like for me." I do not think that either of us was sorry to leave that sight.

We went one on either side of Werbode, with our arms across the crupper of his horse, and hastened after the thane and his charge, who were half a mile away by this time, waiting for us.

But we never heard any elvish arrow whistling after us, or saw any more of the uncouth folk.
I told him as we went on of the pit we had seen, and how Werbode thought it was a trap.

Whereon the housecarl laughed a little, and said that it was but an ancient flint working.

The men who had fallen on the party were the descendants of those who had made it.
The flints had been worked here from time untold even till now, and those who worked them today had all the craft of their forebears.
"Why, then, they went into their workings when they fled from us," I said.
"No doubt, thane.