It was thus that the serfs lived, and Hyla skirted the fold till he came to his own house. He was very tired and hungry, and eager for a meal before sleeping. All the morning he had laboured, sweating by the glowing fires of the mint, pouring molten metal into the moulds. At mid-day the steward had given him a vessel of spoilt black barley for his wife to bake bread, and he had taken it home to her and his two daughters against his return. In the afternoon Hyla and his two daughters, Frija and Elgifu, girls of twenty and nineteen, had been at work dunging the fields of Pierce the man-at-arms, and the evening had been spent, as we have seen, in spearing eels. Hyla was very weary and hungry. When he came up to his hut he saw angrily that the fire in front of it was nothing but dead embers, and, indeed, was long since cold. His two little sons, who were generally tumbling about naked by the hut, were not there, nor could he see Gruach his wife. He flung down the eels in a temper, and called aloud, in his strong voice, "Frija! Elgifu! Gruach!" His cries brought no response, and he turned towards the fire in the centre of the stoke which was now but a red glow, and round which various people were sitting eating their evening meal. He burst into the circle. "Where is Gruach?" he said to a young man who was dipping his hand into an earthen pot held between his knees. This was Harl, an armourer's rivetter, who generally lived within the castle walls. "Gruach is at the hut of Cerdic," he said, with some embarrassment, and, so it seemed to Hyla, with pity in his voice. The men and women sitting by the fire turned their faces towards him without exception, and their faces bore the same expression as Harl's. Hyla stared stupidly from one to the other. His eyes fell upon Cerdic himself, a kennel serf, and something of a veterinary surgeon. It was he who cut off two toes from each dog used for droving, so that they should not hunt the deer. Fastened to his girdle was the ring through which the feet of the "lawed" dogs were passed, and he carried his operating knife in a sheath at his side. "My woman is in your hut, Cerdic," said Hyla, "and why is she with?" "She is with," said Cerdic, "because she is in sore trouble, and walks in fear of worse. Go you to her, Hyla, and hear her words, and then come you here again to me." A deep sigh burst from all of them as Cerdic spoke, and one woman fell crying. Hyla turned, and strode hastily to Cerdic's hut. He heard a low moaning coming from it, which rose and fell unceasingly, and was broken in upon by a woman's voice cooing kind words of comfort. He pushed into the hut. It was quite dark and full of foetid smoke and a most evil odour. "Gruach," he said, "Gruach! why are you not home? What hurts you?" The moaning stopped, and there was a sound of some one rising.