Now some while before men were boun to depart to their own homes, the
sound of fresh battle was borne to them on the south-west; so, saving
those who must needs go tend the hurt on their way home, they might
not tear themselves away from that field of deed; and in special
Osberne, who had been busy enough in kenning the dead and wounded of
his folk while need was, came back to the verge of the Flood, where so
oft he had stood in love and joy, and stood there a long while, scarce
moving, with a shaft in his fingers and his bended bow in his fist,
his brows knit, his eyes staring out over the western field. It was
two hours after noon when the Westdalers turned to stir up the battle
again. And then was an hour ere the clamour of the fight came down
thither, and two hours yet it endured and was in all men's ears; and
then it died away, and the East men began to wander off from the
watching-place, wending this way and that, and the autumn day fell to
wane, and soon there were none left save Osberne and a half dozen of
the men of Wethermel. And one or another of them plucked him by the
sleeve and bade him come home with them, since the day was done, and
the battle would not quicken again, and the Westdalers had overmuch on
their hands to bear them any tidings till the morrow was a new day. At
first he heeded them nought, but in the end he turned on them with an
angry eye, yet spake mildly, and bade them get them home and eat and
sleep. "But leave me here," quoth he, "that I may watch a while lest
aught of new befalleth; and I will come to Wethermel when my heart
will suffer me." So they departed and left him; and there he stood,
till himseemed he had been there a long, long time. Night grew black
about him, and silence fell on the cloven plain of the Dale, save that
below him the speech of the eddies seemed to grow greater as other
voices failed. Then arose the wind, and went through the long grass
and talked in the crannies of the rock-wall of the Flood as the waters
spake below; and none came anear, nor might he hearken any foot of
man, only far-off voices from the steads of a barking dog or crowing
cock or lowing cow.
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