Now it was different. It was absolutely necessary that they should leave the country for a time. Through those stormy waters they must plough their way that very night. Ellis had no fear—would have had no fear, at any rate, with Owen as he had been a week, a day ago; but with Owen wild, despairing, helpless, fate-pursued, what could he do? They sailed into the tossing darkness, and were never more seen of men. The house of Bodowen has sunk into damp, dark ruins; and a Saxon stranger holds the lands of the Griffiths.