They are a most evil folk.
"As to their numbers, they of the burg are hard on three thousand footmen of the best; and of horsemen five hundred, nowise good; and of bowmen and slingers six hundred or more: their bows weak; their slingers cunning beyond measure.

And the talk is that when they come upon us they shall have with them some five hundred warriors of the Over River Goths, and others of their own folk." Then he said: "O men of the Mark, will ye meet them in the meadows and the field, Or will ye flee before them and have the wood for a shield?
Or will ye wend to their war-burg with weapons cast away, With your women and your children, a peace of them to pray?
So doing, not all shall perish; but most shall long to die Ere in the garths of the Southland two moons have loitered by." Then rose the rumour loud and angry mingled with the rattle of swords and the clash of spears on shields; but Fox said: "Needs must ye follow one of these three ways.

Nay, what say I?
there are but two ways and not three; for if ye flee they shall follow you to the confines of the earth.

Either these Welsh shall take all, and our lives to boot, or we shall hold to all that is ours, and live merrily.
The sword doometh; and in three days it may be the courts shall be hallowed: small is the space between us." Therewith he also got him down from the Hill, and joined his own house: and men said that he had spoken well and wisely.

But there arose a noise of men talking together on these tidings; and amidst it an old warrior of the Nether-mark strode forth and up to the Hill-top.