Then went Face-of-god back to Burgstead again, and as he stood anigh
the Thing-stead once more, and looked down on the Dale as he had
beheld it last autumn, he bethought him that with all that had been
done and all that had been promised, the earth was clearing of her
trouble, and that now there was nought betwixt him and the happy days
of life which the Dale should give to the dwellers therein, save the
gathering hosts of the battle-field and the day when the last word
should be spoken and the first stroke smitten. So he went down on to
the Portway well content.
Thereafter till the day of the Weapon-show there is nought to tell
of, save that Dallach and the other wounded men began to grow whole
again; and all men sat at home, or went on the woodland ward,
expecting great tidings after the holding of the Folk-mote.
CHAPTER XXXI. OF THE WEAPON-SHOW OF THE MEN OF BURGDALE AND THEIR
NEIGHBOURS
Now on the day appointed for the Weapon-show came the Folk flock-meal
to the great and wide meadow that was cleft by Wildlake as it ran to
join the Weltering Water. Early in the morning, even before sunrise,
had the wains full of women and children begun to come thither.
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