“If I had a hundred men so strong,” said Golgothar, “I would build a dyke to keep the floods back from the people crowded on the lowlands.”
Because he had not the hundred men, now and again the floods came down, and swept the poor folk out to sea, or laid low their habitations. And Golgothar pitied them.
“If I had a hundred men so strong,” said Golgothar, “I would clear the wild boar from the forests, that the children should not fear to play among the trees.”
Because he had not the hundred men the graves of children multiplied, and countless mothers sat by empty beds and mourned. And Golgothar put his head between his knees in trouble for them.
“If I had a hundred men so strong,” said Golgothar, “I would with great stones mend the broken pier, and the bridge between the islands should not fall.” Because he had not the hundred men, at last the bridge gave way, and a legion of the king’s army were carried to the whirlpool, where they fought in vain. And Golgothar made a feast of remembrance to them, and tears dripped on his beard when he said: “Hail and Farewell!”
“If I had a hundred men so strong,” said Golgothar, “I would go against the walls of chains our rebels built, and break them one by one.”
Because he had not the hundred men, the chain walls blocked the only pass between the hills, and so cut in two the kingdom: and they who pined for corn went wanting, and they who yearned for fish stayed hungry. And Golgothar, brooding, said his heart bled for his country.
“If I had a hundred men so strong,” said Golgothar, “I would go among the thousand brigands of Mirnan, and bring again the beloved daughter of our city.”
Because he had not the hundred men the beloved lady languished in her prison, for the brigands asked as ransom the city of Talgone which they hated. And Golgothar carried in his breast a stone image she had given him, and for very grief let no man speak her name before him.
“If I had a hundred men so strong—” said Golgothar, one day, standing on a great point of land and looking down the valley.