Suddenly a strange moaning chant began, growing louder as it spread from campfire to campfire. “No meat, no meat, no meat, no meat,” swelled the sound as it rolled eerily through the valley. Then the words changed, and the growling chorus rose in pitch and speed. “No meat, no bread, no food, no clothes, no broth, no ale, no soldier!”
Sandy shook his head gravely. “What do you expect? They’re cold and hungry—they’ve had no real rations for nearly a week They go on like this for hours sometimes. Strange, but just chanting seems to help them endure it.”
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