9/16 But what said I ever? And lo! here is her little firstling--even that good creature, ale!" There was a murmur of applause as the bearers set down the stretcher and displayed a goodly cask. A handful of archers are but now come to the ferry; murrey and blue is their wear; they are our butts--they shall all taste arrows--no man of them shall struggle through this wood. For, lads, we are here some fifty strong, each man of us most foully wronged; for some they have lost lands, and some friends; and some they have been outlawed--all oppressed! Who, then, hath done this evil? |