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Swiftly thoughtful were they Twain, 



Swift of wile ; 

 Heartless miuded were they Twain, 



Wrathful of heart; 

 Strong were they of spirit, 



Strong were they of hreath, 

 Evil were they and bad. 



Evil, both, and bad. 



Lo! and of Chance and Fate were they the Master.s of fore deeming; 

 for they carried the word-painted arrows of destiny {>ih<Uiwedt.<iinap(i), 

 like the rejjions of men, four in number. And they carried tlie shut- . 

 tie-cocks of divination {h/ipochkce), like the regions of men, four m 

 number. And they carried the tubes of hidden things [iyanloloto- 

 mmre), like the regions of men, four in number. And the revealing- 

 balls thereof, (lyankolote tsemak'ya mdliwe), like the regions of men, 

 four in number. Yea, and they bore with these other things — the 

 feather-bow and plume-arrow of far-fiuding, tipped with the shell of 

 heart-searching; and the race-sticks of snift journeys and way-winning 

 {moWkwatve) two of them, the right and the left, the pursuer and 

 the pursued of men in contention. All of these things wherewith to 

 divine men's chance, and play games of hazard, wagering the fate of 

 whole nations in mere pastime, had they with them. 



Twain Children of terror and magic were they, and when they called 

 with the voice of destruction the smitten warriors of these Twain Chil- 

 dren stirred and uprose, breathing battle-cries as echoes answer cries 

 in deep canyons, and swiftly they roused those who still Hved, of the 

 deep-slumbering people. 



Some, like the drummer and singers, had stiffened been, to stone; 

 nor heard they the shrill death-cries than which in the night time 

 naught is more dread-thrilling. Nay, years come and go, and sitting 

 or lying where stricken the hunter sees them still. lUit others had 

 endured in flesh and they were awakened. Then the priests led them 

 back to rebuild their wrecked houses, and the IVain again assembling 

 their warriors, said to them — 



Know ye our chosen : 

 Lo ! not long shall we tarry ; 

 Prepare as for journeys; 

 Season wood for thy bow-striings 

 ■ And face-breaking war-clubs; 

 Plait shields like to our shields. 

 And fashion strong garments — 

 For in such hard apparel 

 Shall consist thy adornment; 

 Attend to our te.aching 

 At night, in close places, 

 For in such shall consist 

 Thy strength of straight thinking 

 In all tangled places ! 



Mght after night the war-drum sounded, deep in the caves of the 

 valley, and with it the tones of the words — all potent — forbidden and 



