The Roots of the Mountains: Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale, Their Friends, Their Neighbours, Their Foemen, and Their Fellows in ArmsMorris, William
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The Roots of the Mountains: Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale, Their Friends, Their Neighbours, Their Foemen, and Their Fellows in Arms
Morris, William
Fantasy fiction
‘Methought then our last day was come. What could we do but run together
again after we had loosed at a venture, and so withstand them sword and
spear in hand? Some fell beneath our shot, but not many, for they came
on very swiftly.
‘So they fell on us; but for all their fierceness and their numbers they
might not break our array, and we slew four and hurt many by sword-hewing
and spear-casting and push of spear; and five of us were hurt and one
slain by their dart-casting. So they drew off from us a little, and
strove to spread out and fall to shooting at us again; but this we would
not suffer, but pushed on as they fell back, keeping as close together as
we might for the trees. For we said that we would all die together if
needs must; and verily the stour was hard.
‘Yet hearken! In that nick of time rose up a strange cry not far from
us, Ha! ha! ha! ha! How-ow-ow! ending like the howl of a wolf, and then
another and another and another, till the whole wood rang again.
‘At first we deemed that here were come fresh foemen, and that we were
undone indeed; but when they heard it, the foe-men before us faltered and
gave way, and at last turned their backs and fled, and we followed,
keeping well together still: thereby the more part of these men escaped
us, for they fled wildly here and there from those who bore that cry with
them; so we knew that our work was being done for us; therefore we stood,
and saw tall men clad in sheep-brown weed running through the glades
pursuing those felons and smiting them down, till both fleers and
pursuers passed out of our sight like men in a dream, or as when ye roll
up a pictured cloth to lay it in the coffer.
‘But to Stone-face’s mind those brown-clad men were the Wights of the
Wood that be of the Fathers’ blood, and our very friends; and when some
of us would yet have gone forward and foregathered with them, and
followed the chase along with them, Stone-face gainsaid it, bidding us
not to run into the arms of a second death, when we had but just escaped
from the first. Sooth to say, moreover, we had divers hurt men that
needed looking to.
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