And now fair befall this new year; for soon shall the scabbards be
empty and the white swords be dancing in the air, and spears and axes
shall be the growth of this spring-tide.'
And he leaped up from his seat and walked to and fro before Gold-
mane, and now was it grown quite dark. Then Folk-might turned to
Face-of-god and said:
'Come, guest, the windows of the Hall are yellow; let us to the
feast. To-morrow shalt thou get thee to the beginning of this work.
I hope of thee that thou art a good sword; else have I done a folly
and my sister a worse one. But now forget that, and feast.'
Gold-mane arose, not very well at ease, for the man seemed
overbearing; yet how might he fall upon the Sun-beam's kindred, and
the captain of these new brethren in arms? So he spake not. But
Folk-might said to him:
'Yet I would not have thee forget that I was wroth with thee when I
saw thee to-day; and had it not been for the coming battle I had
drawn sword upon thee.'
Then Face-of-god's wrath was stirred, and he said:
'There is yet time for that! but why art thou wroth with me? And I
shall tell thee that there is little manliness in thy chiding.
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