Cromby whistled softly at the sight of the Chief's head, "Well blow me down. That oughter do it! Siersha here will lead you back to the Cairn, an' much revelry to be sure! His lordship will be pleased. I will stay on look-out an' see how the giants take it."
Siersha mounted her horse Ionn, and led the group along a different trail from the one that they had taken from the cairn to the steading. She rode slowly, but it was not an easy thing to follower her, in spite of her assurances that this was "an easier route in the dark, if a little longer."
Doc, who was flying ahead, found after ten minutes or so, that each hill looked much the same to him as the others. When he backtracked, he found no sign of his companions. It was only when he found the spirit of a drowned man floating over a murky pond that he was able to ask for directions. The spirit pointed him northward, which was not quite where he had expected the others to be, but he found them eventually.
When they arrived at the Culligan's Cairn just over an hour later, it appeared deserted, but soon they were confronted by two guards who stepped out from behind a rock. Siersha wished she could stay, but trusting that they would make a full report, she bid them goodnight and rode off into the darkness, to keep Cromby company while he watched the steading.
They were led into the cairn and Lord Falldur rushed to meet them. Though it was very late, the Lord appeared to have had no sleep. He greeted them excitedly saying, "I am glad to see you have returned safely! I trust your bring me favorable news?"