So I say that Face-of-god is right
in all wise. But tell me, brother, hast thou thought of how we shall
come upon these men?'
'How many men wilt thou lead into battle?' said Face-of-god.
Folk-might reddened, and said: 'A few, a few; maybe two-hundreds all
told.'
'Yea,' said Face-of-god, 'but some special gain wilt thou be to us.'
'So I deem at least,' said Folk-might.
Said Face-of-god: 'Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show
in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long
hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-
dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and
in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.'
'Scarce so many,' said Folk-might; 'some of the felons have died; we
told over our silver arm-rings yesterday, and the tale was three
hundred and eighty and six. Besides, they were never so many as thou
deemest.'
'Well,' said Face-of-god, 'yet at least they shall outnumber us
sorely. We may scarce leave the Dale unguarded when our host is
gone; therefore I deem that we shall have but one thousand of men for
our onslaught on Silver-dale.
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