“At the Ford of Danamol a spur of the mountains runs right down to the river, making a low rampart of hills screening it from the north. The Khentor host was pausing to eat about two miles away from the Ford; Li’vanh and Mnorh had gone away from the rest about a mile, to the top of a low rise, to keep a watch. They were lying very flat in the short grass taking it in turns to keep an eye on the land before them. And it was during Mnorh’s watch, while Li’vanh was looking back towards their own camp, that the enemy first showed themselves” 146
“[Li’vanh] He sighed. It was not so easy to pray, alone–or at least he had never found it so. But all at once he felt that he dared not go unblessed–unarmed. What prayer could he make, to the God whom he had refused to forsake, yet could not truly remember?” 209
“So Ir’nanh brough me, didn’t he? he thought angrily. Well then, all I can say is that Ir’nanh had a ruddy nerve. But what right did Ir’nanh bring me? What affair was I of his?
And that was another thing. Magic he might possibly accept; he had no choice. But Ir’nanh was spoken of as a god. Of many things he was uncertain, but he was fiercely sure that Ir’nanh was no god of his, and he would not worship him” (34).