So we came to the outskirts of Norton, and all the way we had seen no man.  The hills were deserted, save by wild things, and of them there was plenty.  And now for the first time I saw men living in houses built of stone from ground to roof, and that was strange to me.  We Saxons cannot abide aught but good timber.  Here none of us had ever come, and still some of the houses built after the Roman fashion remained, surrounded, it is true, by mud hovels of yesterday, as one might say, but yet very wonderful to me.  Many a time I had seen the ruined foundations of the like before, but one does not care to go near them.  The wastes our forefathers made of the old towns they found here, and had no use for, lie deserted, for they are haunted by all things uncanny, as any one knows.  Maybe that is because the old Roman gods have come back to their old places, now that the churches are no longer standing.

Through the village we went, and then came to the walls of the ancient stronghold, and they seemed as if they were but lately raised, so strong were they and high.  The gates were in their places, and at them was a guard, and through them, for they stood open, I could see the white walls and flat roof of the house, or rather palace, which was either that of the Roman governor of the place, or else had been rebuilt or restored from time to time in exactly the same wise, so that it stood fair and lordly and fit for a king’s dwelling even yet.  Maybe the wattled hovels of the thralls that clustered round it inside the great earthworks were not what would have been suffered in the days of those terrible men who made the fortress, but I doubt not that they stood on the foundations of the quarters of the soldiers who had held it for Rome.

The guard turned out in orderly wise as we came to the gates, and they wore the Roman helm and corselet, and bore the heavy Roman spear and short heavy sword.  But that war gear I had seen before on the other Welsh border, and I had a scar, moreover, that would tell that I had been within reach of one weapon or the other.  I knew their tongue, too, almost as well as my own, for Owen had taught it me, saying that I might need it at some time.  It had already been of use to the king in the frontier troubles, for I could interpret for him, but I think that Owen had in his mind the coming of some such day as this.

Now, Owen would have me speak to the guard and tell them our errand, and I rode forward and did so.  The short day was almost over by this time; and the captain who came to meet me did not seem to notice my Saxon arms in the shadow of the high rampart.  Hearing that we bore a message for the king, he sent a man to ask for directions, and meanwhile we waited.  I asked him if there was any news, thinking it well to know for certain if aught had been heard yet of the end of Morgan.  News of that sort flies fast.

“No news at all,” he answered.  “What did you expect?”