voice.

(So I looked round towards that pass, and when I looked I no longer
doubted any of those wild tales of glamour concerning Goliath's Land;
and for though the rocks were the same, and though the conies still
stood gazing at the doors of their dwellings, though the hawks still
cried out shrilly, though the fern still shook in the wind, yet
beyond, oh such a land! not to be described by any because of its
great beauty, lying, a great hollow land, the rocks going down on this
side in precipices, then reaches and reaches of loveliest country,
trees and flowers, and corn, then the hills, green and blue, and
purple, till their ledges reached the white snowy mountains at last.
Then with all manner of strange feelings, "my heart in the midst of my
body was even like melting wax.")

"0 you House of the Lily! you are conquered yet I will take vengeance
only on a few, therefore let all those who wish to live come and pile
their swords, and shields, and helms behind me in three great heaps,
and swear fealty afterwards to me; yes, all but the false knights
Arnald and Florian."

We were holding each other's hands and gazing, and we saw all our
knights, yea, all but Squire Hugh and his ten heroes, pass over the
field singly, or in groups of three or four, with their heads hanging
down in shame, and they cast down their notched swords and dinted,
lilied shields, and brave-crested helms into three great heaps, behind
Red Herald, then stood behind, no man speaking to his fellow, or
touching him.

Then dolefully the great trumpets sang over the dying House of the