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 And towards the mountain blue they go
 * Deep through the forest’s night.

And when the fifth day’s sun arose,
 * True hands they gave and took,

And down beneath, with foxen eyes,
 * On the king’s host they look.

“His armies Ludiek must unite,
 * “To quell at a single stroke—

Ho! Ludiek! thou art but a slave
 * “Set over the slavish folk!

“Go, tell thy tyrant his command
 * “To us is nought but smoke!”

In wrath did Ludiek shout aloud,
 * And his hosts together bring;

Beneath the sky ’twas glittering light, “As the sun his beams did fling On the countless weapons, glancing bright,
 * Of the armies of the king.

All, all were ready for the war,
 * On every sword a hand,

And every foot in act to march,
 * As Ludiek might command.