But we were out of their reach.

For, once on the wall, 'twas easy going, and instead of descending we made a quarter of the way round the city, till, somewhere near the north-eastern tower, we slid down by a drift of snow into the deserted street.
Then, Ludar leading, we returned some distance along by the foot of the very wall on whose top we had lately crept, to where stood a church, with a graveyard verging on the wall.

Here my comrade halted, and reverently set down his burden, and between us, as we knelt in the snow, we digged a grave to shelter it.

Our swords served us for spades, nor, alack! did it need many inches of kind mother earth to hold all that remained of Alexander McDonnell.

With a prayer each, Ludar in his way, I in mine, we buried that dear relic.