As for these, for all they were so many, their arrow-shot was
no great matter, for they were in very evil order, as has been said;
and moreover, their rage was so great to come to handy strokes with
these foemen, that some of them flung away their bows to brandish the
axe or the sword. Nevertheless were some among the kindred hurt or
slain by their arrows.
Now stood Face-of-god with the foremost; and from where he stood he
could see somewhat of the battle of the Dalesmen, and he wotted that
it was thriving; therefore he looked before him and close around him,
and noted what was toward there. The space betwixt the houses and
the break of the bent was crowded with the fury of the Dusky Men
tossing their weapons aloft, crying to each other and at the kindred,
and here and there loosing a bow-string on them; but whatever was
their rage they might not come a many together past a line within ten
fathom of the bent's end; for three hundred of the best of bowmen
were shooting at them so ceaselessly that no Dusky man was safe of
any bare place of his body, and they fell over one another in that
penfold of slaughter, and for all their madness did but little.
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