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Updated: June 2, 2025
Branwen galloped, as she had said, in advance, leaving her protector to make his slower way through the forest. The sun was high when the domestics of Gunrig's establishment were thrown into a state of great surprise and no little alarm at sight of a little old woman in grey bestriding a goodly horse and galloping towards the house.
A fierce scowl crossed Gunrig's swarthy countenance, but it passed in a moment, and a look of admiration replaced it as he looked up with a smile.
When you reach Gunrig's house in the evening, you will find the horse fed and rested, and ready for you to go on." "But how will you return, child?" "By using my legs, man! As an old witch I can travel anywhere at night in perfect safety." According to this arrangement to which the Hebrew was fain to agree the pair started off a little after daybreak the following morning.
A cheer behind him at that moment caused the little man to look round, when he found that the head of Gunrig's column, led by Arkal, had come up just in time to witness the final blow. They were still crowding round the fallen man, and asking hurried questions about him, when a voice from the heights above hailed them. Instantly a score or two of arrows were pointed in that direction.
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