And then he saw another horseman approaching from the opposite direction, just leaving the Blewbery down. In those days when men met it was as when in a tropical sea, in days happily gone by, sailors saw a strange sail: the probability was that it was an enemy.
Still Brian feared not man, neither God nor man, and only loosing his sword in its sheath, he rode proudly to the rencontre.
"What ho! stranger! who? and whence?"
"Thy enemy from the grave, whither thou hast sent my kith and kin."
"Satan take thee; when did I slay them? If I did, must I send thee to rejoin them?"
"Try, and God defend the right. Here on this lonely moor, we meet face to face. Defend thyself."
"Ah! I guess who thou art: an outlaw!"
"One whom thou didst make homeless."
"Ah! I see, Wulfnoth of Compton. Tell me, thou English boar, what thou didst with my child."