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Strange tales were told of men in old grey armour moving at twilight along the tops of the hills and never asking shelter; and mothers told their boys who grew impatient of home that the grey wanderers were once so impatient and were now hopeless of rest, and were driven along with the rain whenever the wind was angry. STRANGE TALES WERE TOLD OF MEN IN OLD GRAY ARMOUR MOVING AT TWILIGHT ALONG THE TOPS OF THE HILLS AND NEVER ASKING SHELTER AND MOTHERS TOLD THEIR BOYS WHO GREW IMPATIENT OF HOME THAT THE GRAY WANDERERS WERE ONCE SO IMPATIENT AND WERE NOW HOPELESS OF REST AND WERE DRIVEN ALONG WITH THE RAIN WHENEVER THE WIND WAS ANGRY
n the mountains and longs for the battle-shout of kingly men." And suddenly all shouted, "Carcassonne!" And at that word their idleness was gone as a dream is gone from a dreamer waked with a shout. And soon the great march began that faltered no more nor wavered. Unchecked by battles, undaunted in lonesome spaces, ever unwearied by the vulturous years, the warriors of Camorak held on; and Arleon's inspiration led them still. They cleft with the music of Arleon's harp the gloom of ancient silences; they went singing into battles with terrible wild men, and came out singing, but with fewer voices; they came to villages in valleys full of the music of bells, or saw the lights at dusk of cottages sheltering others. They became a proverb for wandering, and a legend arose of strange, disconsolate men. Folks spoke of them at nightfall when the fire was warm and rain slipped down the eaves; and when the wind was high small children feared the Men Who Would Not Rest were going clattering past. E KNOWS THERE IS WAR IN THE MOUNTAINS AND LONGS FOR THE BATTLE SHOUT OF KINGLY MEN AND SUDDENLY ALL SHOUTED CARCASSINY AND AT THAT WORD THEIR IDLENESS WAS GONE AS A DREAM IS GONE FROM A DREAMER WAKED WITH A SHOUT AND SOON THE GREAT MARCH BEGAN THAT FALTERED NO MORE NOR WAVERED UNCHECKED BY BATTLES UNDAUNTED AND LONESOME SPACES EVER UNWEARIED BY THE VULTURED YEARS THE WARRIORS OF CAMERACK HELD ON AND ARLEON'S INSPIRATION LED THEM STILL THEY CLEFT WITH THE MUSIC OF ARLEON'S HARP THE GLOOM OF ANCIENT SILENCES THEY WENT SINGING INTO BATTLES WITH TERRIBLE WILD MEN AND CAME OUT SINGING BUT WITH FEWER VOICES THEY CAME TO VILLAGES AND VALLEYS FULL OF THE MUSIC OF BELLS OR SAW THE LIGHTS AT DUSK OF COTTAGES SHELTERING OTHERS THEY BECAME A PROVERB FOR WANDERING AND THE LEGEND AROSE OF STRANGE DISCONSOLATE MEN FOLK SPOKE OF THEM AT NIGHTFALL WHEN THE FIRE WAS WARM AND RAIN SLIPPED DOWN THE EAVES AND WHEN THE WIND WAS HIGH SMALL CHILDREN FEARED THE MEN WHO WOULD NOT REST WERE GOING CLATTERING PAST
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