The book introduces the reader to the stirring days when the West Briton was making his final stand against the tide of Saxon Conquest under Gerent and Ina, who figure prominently in the narrative. The story is full of thrilling adventure, and the conditions of the eighth century--the religious fanaticism of the remnant of the Druids, the ready diplomacy and rough heroism of our semi-barbaric ancestors--are vividly portrayed. The plot unfolds a fresh and interesting love story.
have been, else it had circled slowly in lessening rings until the stoat had it, and presently it would have begun to scream dolefully. But I only saw it once again, and then it seemed to be listening at longer spaces. Yet it took me a long way before it suddenly fled altogether, as its footmarks told me. A forest-bred lad learns those signs soon enough, if he is about with the woodmen in snow time.
Then I turned to make my way home, following my own track for a little way. That was crooked, and I went to take a straighter path, and after that I was fairly lost.
Yet I held on, hoping every minute to come into some known glade or sight, some familiar landmark, before the sun set. But I found nought but new trees, and new views over unknown white country all round me as I turned my steps hither and thither as one mark after another drew me. Then the sun set and the short day was over, and the grey twilight of snow weather came after the passing of the warm red glow from the west, shadowless and still.