He scrambled to his feet, shaking down his rags over his knees, a lean, crazy apparition of a man with deep-set, smouldering eyes.
"I will speak," he cried.

"Ye listen to the man's words and ye are silent, believing all things.

Ye are silent, my children, because ye know not.

But I am old and I have seen many things, and these are my words.

Ye speak of pushing out the English from the land.