When Rold was a little older he stole out of his mother’s house quite in the middle of the night when all the world was still, and Merimna asleep dreaming of Welleran, Soorenard, Mommolek, Rollory, Akanax, and young Iraine.  And he went down to the ramparts to hear the purple guard go by singing of Welleran.  And the purple guard came by with lights, all singing in the stillness, and dark shapes out in the desert turned and fled.  And Rold went back again to his mother’s house with a great yearning towards the name of Welleran, such as men feel for very holy things.

And in time Rold grew to know the pathway all round the ramparts, and the six equestrian statues that were there guarding Merimna still.  These statues were not like other statues, they were so cunningly wrought of many-coloured marbles that none might be quite sure until very close that they were not living men.  There was a horse of dappled marble, the horse of Akanax.  The horse of Rollory was of alabaster, pure white, his armour was wrought out of a stone that shone, and his horseman’s cloak was made of a blue stone, very precious.  He looked northwards.

But the marble horse of Welleran was pure black, and there sat Welleran upon him looking solemnly westwards.  His horse it was whose cold neck Rold most loved to stroke, and it was Welleran whom the watchers at sunset on the mountains the most clearly saw as they peered towards the city.  And Rold loved the red nostrils of the great black horse and his rider’s jasper cloak.

Now beyond the Cyresians the suspicion grew that Merimna’s heroes were dead, and a plan was devised that a man should go by night and come close to the figures upon the ramparts and see whether they were Welleran, Soorenard, Mommolek, Rollory, Akanax, and young Iraine.  And all were agreed upon the plan, and many names were mentioned of those who should go, and the plan matured for many years.  It was during these years that watchers clustered often at sunset upon the mountains but came no nearer.  Finally, a better plan was made, and it was decided that two men who had been by chance condemned to death should be given a pardon if they went down into the plain by night and discovered whether or not Merimna’s heroes lived.  At first the two prisoners dared not go, but after a while one of them, Seejar, said to his companion, Sajar-Ho:  ’See now, when the King’s axeman smites a man upon the neck that man dies.’

And the other said that this was so.  Then said Seejar:  ’And even though Welleran smite a man with his sword no more befalleth him than death.’

Then Sajar-Ho thought for a while.  Presently he said:  ’Yet the eye of the King’s axeman might err at the moment of his stroke or his arm fail him, and the eye of Welleran hath never erred nor his arm failed.  It were better to bide here.’

Then said Seejar:  ’Maybe that Welleran is dead and that some other holds his place upon the ramparts, or even a statue of stone.’