Phalanx

Huginn: See how the shieldwork works. Watch how the long spears swing. These Greeks fight well.

Muninn: I remember them fall as if it were yesterday. I remember how ghastly the tangle of men all broken on the ground. Some died on their feet and stayed that way till we had fed.

H: It's difficult to please you. You remember everything, even things which haven't happened yet.

M: That is what I am for. You should stick to weaving things into what they ought to be while I weave things as they are meant to be. I order them, like the bands on a bird's claw, like the fingers of a dead man.

H: I have never understood that distinction. But I understand claws and hands.

M: (sniffs) And they call you Thought. Go and think about it.