“And thereafter,” quoth he, “did we make the Burg strong and hard to win, as ye see it to-day; and we took for our captain the Forest Lord, who ere-while had dwelt in the clearings of the wildwood, and he wedded the Fair Lady who was the son’s daughter of him who had been our lord ere the Wheat-wearers overcame us; and we grew safe and free and mighty again.  And the son of the Forest Lord, he whom we call the War-smith, he it was who beheld the Burg too much given to pleasure, and delighting in the softness of life; and he took order to harden our hearts, and to cause all freemen to learn the craft of war and battle, and let the women and thralls and aliens see to other craftsmanship and to chaffer; and even so is it done as he would; and ye shall find us hardy of heart enough, though belike not so joyous as might be.  Yet at least we shall not be easy to overcome.”

“So indeed it seemeth,” said Ralph.  “Yet will I ask of you first one question, and then another.”

“Ask on,” said the burgher.

Said Ralph:  “How is it that ye, being so strong, should still suffer them of the Dry Tree, taking a man here and a man there, when ye might destroy them utterly?”

The Burgher reddened and cleared his throat and said:  “Sir, it must be made clear to you that these evil beasts are no peril to the Burg of the Four Friths; all the harm they may do us, is as when a cur dog biteth a man in the calf of the leg; whereby the man shall be grieved indeed, but the dog slain.  Such grief as that they have done us at whiles:  but the grief is paid for thus, that the hunting and slaying of them keeps our men in good trim, and pleasures them; shortly to say it, they are the chief deer wherewith our wood is stocked.”

He stopped awhile and then went on again and said:  “To say sooth they be not very handy for crushing as a man crushes a wasp, because sorcery goes with them, and the wiles of one who is their Queen, the evilest woman who ever spat upon the blessed Host of the Altar:  yet is she strong, a devouring sea of souls, God help us!” And he blessed himself therewith.

Said Ralph:  “Yet a word on these Wheat-wearers; it seemeth that ye never fail to overcome them in battle?”

“But seldom at least,” quoth the Burgher.

Said Ralph:  “Then it were no great matter for you to gather a host overwhelming, and to take their towns and castles, and forbid them weapons, and make them your thralls to till the land for you which now they call theirs; so that ye might have of their gettings all save what were needful for them to live as thralls.”

“I deem it were an easy thing,” said the burgher.

Quoth Ralph:  “Then why do ye not so?”

“It were but a poor game to play,” said the burgher.  “Such of their wealth as we have a mind to, we can have now at the cost of a battle or two, begun one hour and ended the next:  were we their masters sitting down amidst of their hatred, and amidst of their plotting, yea, and in the very place where that were the hottest and thickest, the battle would be to begin at every sun’s uprising, nor would it be ended at any sunset.  Hah! what sayest thou?”