'
So Face-of-god held his peace, and they went on swiftly side by side.
But it was not Bow-may's wont to be silent for long, so presently she
said:
'Thou art good so do as I bid thee; but see thou, sweet playmate, for
all thou art a chieftain's son, thou wert but feather-brained to ask
me why I shot at thee. I shoot at thee! that were a fine tale to
tell her this even! Or dost thou think that I could shoot at a big
man on the snow at two hundred paces and miss him three times?
Unless I aimed to miss.'
'Yea, Bow-may,' said he, 'art thou so deft a Bow-may? Thou shalt be
in my company whenso I fare to battle.'
'Indeed,' she said, 'therein thou sayest but the bare truth: nowhere
else shall I be, and thou shalt find my bow no worse than a good
shield.'
He laughed somewhat lightly; but she looked on him soberly and said:
'Laugh in that fashion on the day of battle, and we shall be well
content with thee!'
So on they sped very swiftly, for their way was mostly down hill, so
that they were soon amongst the outskirting trees of the wood, and
presently after reached the edge of the thicket, beyond which the
ground was but thinly covered with snow.
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