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They became a proverb for wandering, and a legend arose of strange, disconsolate men. THEY BECAME A PROVERB FOR WANDERING AND THE LEGEND AROSE OF STRANGE DISCONSOLATE MEN
is hand swept over the strings of his harp, awaking the deeper chords, like the sound of a nimble people dancing their steps on bronze, and the music rolled away into the night's own silence, and the voice of Arleon rose: "When there is blood in the bath she knows there is war in 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. MEMBERING CARCASITY AND HIS HAND SWEPT OVER THE STRINGS OF HIS HARP AWAKING THE DEEPER CHORDS LIKE THE SOUND OF A NIMBLE PEOPLE DANCING THEIR STEPS ON BRONZE AND THE MUSIC ROLLED AWAY INTO THE NIGHT'S OWN SILENCE AND THE VOICE OF ALEON ROSE WHEN THERE IS BLOOD IN THE BATH SHE 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
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