Beyond Danube, some days' riding into the north, lay that mysterious stronghold, the Hring, the camp-city of the Avar robber-horde.  And thither Talisso was now speeding, for he said to himself: "They are raiders and slayers, and this kind is quick to know a _man_.  They will love me none the less that I have stricken and chased them.  Rather will they follow me and avenge me, if not for my sake for the sake of the fat fields and rich towns of Sarras."