Now, Herla believed he had been but three days at feast.* And some of his servants in wonder dismounted, and were changed instantly to dust. Whereupon Herla, mindful of the goat-king’s warning, forbade any other to dismount until the bloodhound leapt from his arms; but never did the dog leap.

And the story is, that ever afterwards King Herla made mad marches with his army in endless wandering, never stopping, and never resting. Many say they have seen that army. But after the year of the coronation of King Henry II, it was seen less often; and many of the Welsh declare that they saw it with their own eyes sink into the River Wye at Hereford. And from that hour the wild march ceased, almost as if the enchanted company had handed over the burden of their wanderings to the court of King Henry, for their own peace.