LSpring came at last, in spite of Brock, and Cissa and Artorius, Count of Britain. It broke early, after a hard winter, and all men were so glad that they turned their minds to war.
Even Brock felt a strange disquietude. The hollow suddenly seemed to him a place of loathing. It was not that it stank when the snow went away, he did not mind that, or the midden-heaps and the piles of human rubbish that lay about, for now his own personal manners were not as they had once been. But it was because the hollow was the place where the voice first came to him. He felt that it must live there, in the cave, and that if he could get away from the hollow, he might lose the voice.
One day he said to Mamag, “Brock must leave you, go away.” At first she wept, thinking the gods were angry with her. Then
