Settle helm on the head then! Heave sword for the Dale!
Nor be mocked of the dead men for deedless and pale.
CHAPTER XLVI. MEN MEET IN THE MARKET OF SILVER-STEAD
So sang they; but Face-of-god went with Red-wolf, who was hurt
sorely, but not deadly, and led him back toward the place just under
the break of the bent; and there he found Bow-may in the hands of the
women who were tending her hurts. She smiled on him from a pale face
as he drew nigh, and he looked kindly at her, but he might not abide
there, for haste was in his feet. He left Red-wolf to the tending of
the women, and clomb the bent hastily, and when he deemed he was high
enough, he looked about him; and somewhat more than half an hour had
worn since Bow-may had sped the first shaft against the Dusky Men.
He looked down into the Market-stead, and deemed he could see that
nigh the Mote-house the Dusky Men were gathering into some better
order; but they were no longer drifting toward the southern bents,
but were standing round about the altar as men abiding somewhat; and
he deemed that they had gotten more bowshot than before, and that
most of them bare bows.
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