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
BUT now must he hasten, for the Gate-thing was to be holden two hours
before noon; so he betook him speedily to the Hall, and took his shield
and did on a goodly helm and girt his sword to his side, for men must
needs go to all folk-motes with their weapons and clad in war-gear. Thus
he went forth to the Gate with many others, and there already were many
folk assembled in the space aforesaid betwixt the Gate of the Burg and
the sheer rocks on the face of which were the steps that led up to the
ancient Tower on the height. The Alderman was sitting on the great stone
by the Gate-side which was his appointed place, and beside him on the
stone bench were the six Wardens of the Burg; but of the six Wardens of
the Dale there were but three, for the others had not yet heard tell of
the battle or had got the summons to the Thing, since they had been about
their business down the Dale.
Face-of-god took his place silently amongst the neighbours, but men made
way for him, so that he must needs stand in front, facing his father and
the Wardens; and there went up a murmur of expectation round about him,
both because the word had gone about that he had a tale of new tidings to
tell, and also because men deemed him their best and handiest man, though
he was yet so young.
Now the Alderman looked around and beheld a great throng gathered
together, and he looked on the shadow of the Gate which the southering
sun was casting on the hard white ground of the Thing-stead, and he saw
that it had just taken in the standing-stone which was in the midst of
the place. On the face of the said stone was carven the image of a
fighting man with shield on arm and axe in hand; for it had been set
there in old time in memory of the man who had bidden the Folk build the
Gate and its wall, and had showed them how to fashion it: for he was a
deft house-smith as well as a great warrior; and his name was Iron-hand.
So when the Alderman saw that this stone was wholly within the shadow of
the Gate he knew that it was the due time for the hallowing-in of the
Thing. So he bade one of the wardens who sat beside him and had a great
slug-horn slung about him, to rise and set the horn to his mouth.
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