club, it seems that I know it: I think it is named Watcher of the

Fords, and woe to those who stand before the Watcher. I myself have

seen him aloft when I was young; moreover, these are no cravens who

hold the axe and the club. They are but lads, indeed, yet they have

Meanwhile, an aged man drew near to speak the word of onset; it was

that same man who had set out the law to Umslopogaas. He must give the

signal by throwing up a spear, and when it struck the ground, then the

fight would begin. The old man took the spear and threw it, but his