Finally, the crier came with orders: Should Corsairs attack, Haradrim must keep to their homes.
Ba-a-šuvon spat; Father slapped him in rebuke.
Yet later, Father, Chodakh, his eldest, following, sought Menarion.
“Pelargir levies men with more than fourteen years – speak for us!”
“No need,” Menarion answered. “The Corsairs won't come.”
“But if they did?”
“Eni chudane eni enai tarakhenu t'hole,” Chodakh muttered. Eyes narrowing suspiciously, Menarion ordered:
“You'll stay within. Accidents might happen, otherwise.”
“This is shameful,” Chadhi implored. “Pelargir is our home!”
Coolly came the answer: “Maybe.”