The Sou ' - West wind -LRB- there is always a wind by Volaterrae -RRB- blew from the bare ridge where Cherry Clack Windmill stands . Now wind prowling through woods sounds like exciting things going to happen , and that is why on blowy days you stand up in Volaterrae and shout bits of the Lays to suit its noises . Una took Dan 's catapult from its secret place , and made ready to meet Lars Porsena 's army stealing through the wind-whitened aspens by the brook . A gust boomed up the valley , and Una chanted sorrowfully : ` Verbenna down to Ostia Hath wasted all the plain : Astur hath stormed Janiculum , And the stout guards are slain . ' But the wind , not charging fair to the wood , started aside and shook a single oak in Gleason 's pasture . Here it made itself all small and crouched among the grasses , waving the tips of them as a cat waves the tip of her tail before she springs . ` Now welcome -- welcome , Sextus , ' sang Una , loading the catapult -- ` Now welcome to thy home ! Why dost thou stay , and turn away ? Here lies the road to Rome . ' She fired into the face of the lull , to wake up the cowardly wind , and heard a grunt from behind a thorn in the pasture . ` Oh , my Winkie ! ' she said aloud , and that was something she had picked up from Dan . ' I b ` lieve I 've tickled up a Gleason cow . ' ` You little painted beast ! ' a voice cried . ` I 'll teach you to sling your masters ! ' She looked down most cautiously , and saw a young man covered with hoopy bronze armour all glowing among the late broom . But what Una admired beyond all was his great bronze helmet with a red horse-tail that flicked in the wind . She could hear the long hairs rasp on his shimmery shoulder-plates . ` What does the Faun mean , ' he said , half aloud to himself , ` by telling me that the Painted People have changed ? '
He caught sight of XXXXX 's yellow head .
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