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looked to the shut-beds, and saw that they were large and fair,
though there were but a few of them; and at the lower end was a loft
for a sleeping chamber dight very fairly with broidered cloths. The
hangings on the walls, though they left some places bare which were
hung with fresh boughs, were fairer than any he had ever seen, so
that he deemed that they must come from far countries and the City of
Cities: therein were images wrought of warriors and fair women of
old time and their dealings with the Gods and the Giants, and
Wondrous wights; and he deemed that this was the story of some great
kindred, and that their token and the sign of their banner must needs
be the Wood-wolf, for everywhere was it wrought in these pictured
webs. Perforce he looked long and earnestly at these fair things,
for the hall was not dark yet, because the brands on the hearth were
flaming their last, and when Wild-wearer beheld him so gazing, he
stood up and looked too for a moment, and then smote his right hand
on the hilt of his sword, and turned away and strode up and down the
hall as one in angry thought.
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