Old Ugly-Face by Talbot Mundy

There was no wind now, but a hushed silence, in which the soft snowfall was almost audible. Except that his eyes glittered in the light of Tom Grayne's torch, Old Ugly-face looked like a statue wonderfully carved from grained wood--an image of the daimon of the storm--who had compelled the storm to cease--hooded--dripping with thawing snow--contemptuously angry. At last he spoke: "Faggot! Three fools in one! Tied in one bundle by knots of fear!"

"Fear of what?" Andrew demanded.