Giles led him and his men into the north-east corner of the castle,
and there they gat off their horses and lay down on the grass
awaiting what should betide.
CHAPTER 24
The Folkmote of the Shepherds
In about an hour all the folk within the castle began to set toward
the ingle wherein lay Ralph and his fellows, and then all rose up,
while the folk of the Shepherds took their places on the slopes
of the earth walls, but on the top hard by the fire, which was
still burning, stood up an old hoar man with a beard exceeding long;
he had a sallet on his head, and held a guisarme in his hand.
All men held their peace when they saw him standing there; and straightway
he proclaimed the hallowing of the Mote in such form of words as was
due amongst that folk, and which were somewhat long to tell here.
Then was silence again for a little, and then the old man spake:
"Few words are best to-day, neighbours; for wherefore are we met together?"
There arose a hum of assent from the Shepherds as he spoke and men
clashed their weapons together; but none said any clear word.
Then spake the old man: "We be met together because we have trouble
on hand, and because there is a helper to hand, of whom the words
of the wise and tales of old have told us; and because as he shall
help us, so shall we help him, since indeed our trouble is his also:
now, neighbours, shall I say the word for you which ye would say to this
young man, who is nevertheless old in wisdom, and true-hearted and kind?"
Then came the hum of yeasay again, the clashing of weapons,
and the old man spake again: "Ralph of Upmeads, there thou standest,
wilt thou help us against the tyrants, as we shall help thee?"
"Yea," said Ralph.
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