'
She said soberly, 'Such as I might do, I did. But we may not wield
everything, for our foes are many, and I feared for thee. But come
thou into our house, which is ours, and far more ours than the booth
before the pine-wood.'
She took his hand again and led him toward the door, but Face-of-god
looked up, and above the lintel he saw carved on the dark stone that
image of the Wolf, even as he had seen it carved on Wood-grey's tie-
beam; and therewith such thoughts came into his mind that he stopped
to look, pressing the Friend's hand hard as though bidding her note
it. The stone wherein the image was carved was darker than the other
building stones, and might be called black; the jaws of the wood-
beast were open and gaping, and had been painted with cinnabar, but
wind and weather had worn away the most of the colour.
Spake the Friend: 'So it is: thou beholdest the token of the God
and Father of out Fathers, that telleth the tale of so many days,
that the days which now pass by us be to them but as the drop in the
sea of waters. Thou beholdest the sign of our sorrow, the memory of
our wrong; yet is it also the token of our hope.
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