'
He set his teeth, and his colour came and went: for as constantly as
the onslaught had been in his mind, yet whenever he spake of the
great day of battle, hope and joy and anger wrought a tumult in his
soul; and now that it was so nigh withal, he could not refrain his
joy.
But he spake again: 'Now therefore, War-leader, it is for thee to
order the goings of thy folk. But I will tell thee that they shall
not need to take aught with them save their weapons and victual for
the way, that is, for thirty hours; because all is ready for them in
Shadowy Vale, though it be but a poor place as to victual. Canst
thou tell us, therefore, what thou wilt do?'
Face-of-god had knit his brows and become gloomy of countenance; but
now his face cleared, and he set his hand to his pouch, and drew
forth a written parchment, and said:
'This is the order whereof I have bethought me. Before the Folk-mote
I and the Wardens shall speak to the leaders of hundreds, who be
mostly here at the Fair, and give them the day and the hour whereon
they shall, each hundred, take their weapons and wend to Shadowy
Vale, and also the place where they shall meet the men of yours who
shall lead them across the Waste.
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