dirk-hilts

Updated: February 16, 2025

"We'll have to be moving before long," said Sir Donald, ruefully looking at them one day so close at hand that we unwittingly had our fingers round the dirk-hilts. He had said the true word. It was the very next day that an Irishman, bending under a bush to lift a hedgehog that lay sleeping its winter sleep tightly rolled up in grass and bracken, caught sight of the narrow entrance to our cave.

Neil Munro - John Splendid: The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn