He could look down into the river from
where he stood, and he saw that it ran between rocky banks going
straight down from the face of the meadow, which was rather high
above the water, so that it seemed little likely that the water
should rise over its banks, either in summer or winter; and in summer
was it like to be highest, because the vale was so near to the high
mountains and their snows.
CHAPTER XVIII. FACE-OF-GOD TALKETH WITH THE FRIEND IN SHADOWY VALE
It was now about two hours after noon, and a broad band of sunlight
lay upon the grass of the vale below Gold-mane's feet; he went
lightly down the scree, and strode forward over the level grass
toward the Doom-ring, his helm and war-gear glittering bright in the
sun. He must needs go through the Doom-ring to come to the Hall, and
as he stepped out from behind the last of the big upright-stones, he
saw a woman standing on the threshold of the Hall-door, which was but
some score of paces from him, and knew her at once for the Friend.
She was clad like himself in a green kirtle gaily embroidered and
fitting close to her body, and had no gown or cloak over it; she had
a golden fillet on her head beset with blue mountain stones, and her
hair hung loose behind her.
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