Lain the ward of such a guard."
The Shape made answer none,
But with stern wafture of his hand went angrier striding on,
Shaking the earth with heavier steps. Then Congal on his
track
Sprang fearless.
"Answer me, thou Churl,"he cried, "I bid thee back."
But, while he spoke, the giant's cloak around his shoulders
grew
Like a black-bulged thunder-cloud; and sudden out there