E'en so was the voice of the weaponed town.
And there was the steel of the old man's sword.
And there was his hollow voice, and his word:
"Many men, many minds, the old saw saith,
Though hereof ye be sure as death.
For what spake the herald yestermorn
But this, that ye were thrall-folk born;
That the lord that owneth all and some
Would send his men to fetch us home
Betwixt the haysel, and the tide