I am going afoot.

I will leave Black Alan here." They wasted no time.

He went, while Robin Greenlaw on his gray took the opposed direction.

Looking back, he saw the great fire that Jenny kept, dancing through the open door and in the pane of the window.
Then the trees and the winding of the path shut it away, shut away house and field and all token of human life.
He moved swiftly to the mouth of the glen, but then more slowly.

The trees soared bare, the water rushed with a hoarse sound, snow lay in clefts.