And they made merry there,
singing songs and telling tales of times past: and at the sunsetting
their grooms came to fetch them away to the Feast of the Eve of the
Wedding.
While the song was a-singing Face-of-god took the Bride's hand in his
and caressed it, and was soft and blithe with her; and she reddened
and trembled for pleasure, and called to mind wedding feasts that had
been, and fair brides that she had seen thereat, and she forgot her
fears and her heart was at peace again.
And Iron-face looked well-pleased on the two from time to time, and
smiled, but forbore words to them.
But up and down the hall men talked with one another about things
long ago betid: for their hearts were high and they desired deeds;
but in that fair Dale so happy were the years from day to day that
there was but little to tell of. So deepened the night and waned,
and Gold-mane and the Bride still talked sweetly together, and at
whiles kindly to the others; and by seeming he had clean forgotten
the wood and its wonders.
Then at last the Alderman called for the cup of good-night, and men
drank thereof and went their ways to bed.
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