I know what it is.

You shall take the castle." Then Ludar grew radiant, as he clutched his father's hand and thanked him for this mighty honour.

And Alexander seemed scarcely less happy for his young brother's sake.
"We be a thousand armed man," said the old chief (he spoke in his own tongue, to which even I was growing somewhat familiar by now).

"Take three hundred with you, Ludar, my son, and turn westward.

Alexander, with three hundred more, shall march to the sea, northward, as we go now.