Chapter Eight

The enemy made camp as best they could, but The Hawk had given them little room for comfort. The road through the swamp was about the only place they could camp, and this was not safe because The Hawk's men constantly appeared and disappeared out of the swamp in their fast little boats, harassing the enemy.
2 Unfortunately, the plants above the water were dry from the early summer sun, so the enemy burned them off. Without cover The Hawk's men were forced to retreat.
3 "Oh, well," announced The Hawk, "we can still use the boats to evacuate our wounded and prisoners, as we planned."
4 The enemy took two more days to gather his strength, apparently he had enough provisions to last for awhile.
5 Now, The Children of The Lords and The Zoans were outnumbered, six to one, and some of their people didn't even have swords or armor, but carried only clubs and lengths of rope. But they would serve an important part in the battle to come.
6 Early one morning the enemy formed ranks, the spearmen forward, shields tight, he advanced.
7 "Damn!" cried Bright Star, "By now the wind should be brisk, but there's barely a whisper! If it doesn't pick up soon, we've got big trouble!"
8 "By the time their ranks reach us," answered The Hawk, "it will be brisk."
9 "I believe in your confidence," continued Bright Star, but how do you know for sure?"
10 "Because if the wind doesn't pick up," answered The Hawk, "we're finished, and The Lords would never permit that. So the wind WILL pick up!"
11 Bright Star nodded. "Sounds reasonable to me!" he laughed with a big grin. Just before the enemy ranks came within reach of their arrows, their banners fluttered

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