Into the Storm, O Son of Annak. Out of the Wild, Wet Night Wind.

'I saw a winsome apparition in that uncouth place, how the hot flush of wonder burnt upon my swart and wethered cheeks as i sat there and glared through the leaping flame at that pallid outline' 'And then it seemed all on a sudden a mighty gust of wind swept down upon the flat roof overhead, shaking even that ponderous stone,' he writes. 'Those fierce and brawny hounds of mine howled most fearfully, crouching behind with bristling hair and shaking limbs,. And looking up there, strange, incredible, as you will pronounce it, seated beyond the fire, on the stone the saxon had so lately left, was blod