For indeed this
was the old place of tryst between Gold-mane and the Bride, whereof
the tale hath told before.
The Bride stayed scarce longer than gave him time to note all this;
but he deemed that she was weeping, though he could not rightly see
her face; for her shoulders heaved, and she hung her face adown and
put up her hands to it. But now she went a little higher up the
stream, where the water was shallower, and waded the stream and went
up over the meadow, still weeping, as he deemed, and went between the
black-thorn bushes, and sat her down on the grassy bank with her back
to the chestnut trees.
Folk-might was ashamed to have seen her weeping, and was half-minded
to turn him back again at once; but love constrained him, and he said
to himself, 'Where shall I see her again privily if I pass by this
time and place?' So he waited a little till he deemed she might have
mastered the passion of tears, and then came forth from his bush, and
went down to the water and crossed it, and went quietly over the
meadow straight towards her. But he was not half-way across, when
she lifted up her face from between her hands and beheld the man
coming.
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