So wore the evening, and when night was come, men feasted throughout
the Burg from house to house, and every hall was full. But the
Guests from Shadowy Vale feasted in the Hall of the Face in all glee
and goodwill; and with them were the chief of the chapmen and two
others; but the rest of them had been laid hold of by goodmen of the
Burg, and dragged into their feast-halls, for they were fain of those
guests and their tales. One of the chapmen in the House of the Face
knew Folk-might, and hailed him by the name he had borne in the
Cities, Regulus to wit; indeed, the chief chapman knew him, and even
somewhat over-well, for he had been held to ransom by Folk-might in
those past days, and even yet feared him, because he, the chapman,
had played somewhat of a dastard's part to him. But the other was an
open-hearted and merry fellow, and no weakling; and Folk-might was
fain of his talk concerning times bygone, and the fields they had
foughten in, and other adventures that had befallen them, both good
and evil.
As for Face-of-god, he went about the Hall soberly, and spake no more
than behoved him, so as not to seem a mar-feast; for the image of the
slaughter to be yet abode with him, and his heart foreboded the
after-grief of the battle.
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