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"We ride now, the Orcs do not come out in such weather, for they fear it."

Melowen learnt that day of the grim tide that the folk of the Sutcrofts have been living in. The turmoil weighed heavy upon her, yet she is strong enough to bear its weight.

"Then on a day when the weather clears we shall go hunting. For your brother's honour and your family's; we shall slay an Orc for each year that your brother would have lived: that is the count of fingers on six hands. Bring a bed roll and rations, for we do not return until the task is complete." - Ceorlgar to Melowen.

The day had little to offer Ceorlgar, and so he spent many hours in the afternoon training his sword arm further. He swung his sword for a long time, with short respites. He emptied his drinking skin many times, and then stepped forth once more to strike at the target. And he did not cease until his arms felt as though they could move no more. By that time the stars had already began to glisten bright in the sky, and the moon was unveiled for a while.