howel

Howel was silent, seeming to look curiously at the golden toy in the priest's hand, as it shifted restlessly backward and forward.

Howel was growing anxious for me as the darkness fell, and was glad to greet me, and I suppose my face told him somewhat.

I had listened for some sound from Howel and Evan, but since the footsteps passed up the glen I had heard none until this moment.

"One would call such a place as this 'the devil's cauldron' in our land," said Howel.