Yet again was he solaced by what Bow-
may had said concerning battle to come; for he deemed that she must
have had this from the Friend's foreseeing; and he longed sore for
deeds to do, wherein all these things might be cleared up and washen
clean as it were.
So passed they through the wood a long way, and it was getting dark
therein, and Gold-mane said:
'Hold now, Bow-may, for I am at home here.'
She looked around and said: 'Yea, so it is: I was thinking of many
things. Farewell and live merrily till March comes and the token!'
Therewith she turned and went her ways and was soon out of sight, and
he went lightly through the wood, and then on skids over the hard
snow along the Dale's edge till he was come to the watch-tower, when
the moon was bright in heaven.
Thus was he at Burgstead and the House of the Face betimes, and
before the hunters were gotten back.
CHAPTER XV. MURDER AMONGST THE FOLK OF THE WOODLANDERS
So wore away midwinter tidingless. Stone-face spake no more to Face-
of-god about the wood and its wights, when he saw that the young man
had come back hale and merry, seemed not to crave over-much to go
back thither.
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