The third line:
    Seeing the wagon dragged back, his oxen 
taken, his men's hair and noses cut off. 
Not a beginning, but an ending.  
  
    The sixth line:
    Strange sights: a pig shouldering mud, 
a cartload of ghosts. One first draws a bow, 
then lowers it. No raider- a groom. Go. 
Meet the rain, and with it, fortune.