[{"node":{"title":"Ferg010","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg010","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Chariots, Blood, Sanctuary","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg010","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg010_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffI saw, drawn up at every guarded door.\nFull seventeen chariots ; and, between the spokes,\nSpying, I saw, to rings of iron tied.\nAt end and side wall, thrice a hundred steeds\nGroom'd sleek, ear-active, eating corn and hay.\"\n\" What means this concourse, think'st thou, Ferra-\ngon ? \"\n\" I know not if it be not that a host\nResorting, it may be, to games or fair\nAt Tara or at Taltin, rest to-night\nIn the great guest-house, 'Twill be heavier cost\nOf blows and blood to win it than it seem'd.\"\n\" A guest-house, whether many within or few,\nIs as the travellers' temple, and esteemed\nIn every civil land a sanctuary.\n'Twere woe to sack the inn,\" said Lomna Druth. \n\n\" Lomna,\" said Ingcel, \" when we swore our oaths\nWe made not reservation of the inn :\nAnd, for their numbers, fear not, Ferragon ;\nThe more, the more the spoil. Say on, and tell\nWhat heard'st thou ? \" \n\n\" Through the open doors I heard\nA hum as of a crowd of feasting men.\nPrincely the murmur, as when voices strong\nOf far-heard captains on the front of war\nSink low and sweet in company of queens.\" \n","Type":"Text"}}]