'
Said Face-of-god: 'Will they make offerings to their god at the
hallowing in of their Folk-mote? Where then are the slaughter-
beasts?'
'They shall not long be lacking,' said Folk-might. 'See you it is
getting thronged about the altar and the Mote-house.'
Now there were four ways into the Market-place of Silver-stead turned
toward the four airts, and the midmost of the kindreds' battle looked
right down the southern one, which went up to the wood, but stopped
there in a mere woodland path, and the more part of the town lay
north and west of this way, albeit there was a way from the east
also. But the hill-side just below the two captains lay two furlongs
west of this southern way; and it went down softly till it was gotten
quite near to the backs of the houses on the south side of the
Market-place, and was sprinkled scantly with bushes and trees as
aforesaid; but at last were there more bushes, which well-nigh made a
hedge across it, reaching from the side of the southern way; and a
foot or two beyond these bushes the ground fell by a steep and broken
bent down to the level of the Market-place, and betwixt that fringe
of bushes and the backs of the houses on the south side of the Place
was less it maybe than a full furlong: but the southern road
aforesaid went down softly into the Market-place, since it had been
fashioned so by men.
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