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Morris, William, 1834-1896

"The Roots of the Mountains; Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale"

And
now that I look, I see a great stack of wood amidmost the market-
place, and well I know what that betokeneth.'
'Lo you!' said Face-of-god, 'the man with the horn is gone up on to
the altar-mound, and meseemeth he is setting the little end of the
horn to his mouth.'
'Hearken then!' said Folk-might. And in a moment came the hoarse
tuneless sound of the horn down the wind towards them; and Folk-might
said:
'I deem I should know what that blast meaneth; and now is it time
that the Host drew nigher to set them in array behind these very
trees. But if ye will, War-leader, we will abide here and watch the
ways of the foemen, and send Dallach with the word to the Host; also
I would have thee suffer me to bid hither at once two score and ten
of the best of the bowmen of our folk and the Woodlanders, and Wood-
wise to lead them, for he knoweth well the land hereabout, and what
is good to do.'
'It is good,' said Face-of-god. 'Be speedy, Dallach!'
So Dallach departed, running lightly, and the two chiefs abode there;
and the horn in Silver-stead blew at whiles for a little, and then
stayed; and Folk-might said:
'Lo you! they come flockmeal to the Mote-stead; the Place will be
filled ere long.


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