But the horses heard us, and one shifted about and whinnied as if glad to welcome us.
At that we ran and each took the bridle of that next him, and cut the halter that was tied to the rings in the wall, looking to see the doors thrown open at any moment.

Then we leaped to the saddles and turned to go.

The hoofs made a great noise on the paving stones before the doorway, yet there was no sound from inside the house.
That seemed strange to me, and I sat still, looking back with the horse's head turned towards the main road.
"Stay not, master," Kolgrim said.

"'Tis some outpost, and the men have slept over the farmhouse ale.

Maybe the stables behind are full of horses.