sat at midnight
Under the others slumbered those of his warriors who had fallen when the great battle raged on the moor . They had lain there now so long that the fear and respect of death had departed from their graves . The path ran between their resting-places . The wanderer by night never thought to look whether forms wrapped in mist sat at midnight on the tops of the cairns staring in silent longing at the stars . It was a glittering morning , dewy and warm . The hunter who had been out since daybreak had thrown himself down in the heather behind King Atle 's pile . He lay on his back and slept .