'
'It is well,' she said; 'it is well. How fair thou art; and how fair
is the morn, and this our Dale in the goodly season; and all this
abideth us when the battle is over.'
Once more her voice became sweet and wheedling, and the smile lit up
her face again, and she pointed down to the sand with her finger, and
said:
'See thou! Here indeed have other lovers passed by across the brook.
Shall we wish them good luck?'
He laughed and looked down on the sand, and said:
'Thou art in haste to make a story up. Indeed I see that these first
footprints are of a woman, for no carle of the Dale has a foot as
small; for we be tall fellows; and these others withal are a man's
footprints; and if they showed that they had been walking side by
side, simple had been thy tale; but so it is not. I cannot say that
these two pairs of feet went over the brook within five minutes of
each other; but sure it is that they could not have been faring side
by side. Well, belike they were lovers bickering, and we may wish
them luck out of that. Truly it is well seen that Bow-may hath done
thine hunting for thee, dear friend; or else wouldest thou have
lacked venison; for thou hast no hunter's eye.
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