It was my own horse, who sought me in danger, and would tell me in his own way that he was there.

In that glance I noted that his eye was bright again, and in a minute or two he shook himself heartily.

Thereby I knew that there was no more of this terror to come, or he would have felt it yet.
"Thane," I said, "see.

The skew-bald has not lost his senses like that beast.

Let us set Hilda on him.