She neither started nor rose up; but straightened herself as
she sat, and looked right into Folk-might's eyes as he drew near,
though the tears were not dry on her cheeks.
Now he stood before her, and said: 'Hail to the Daughter of a mighty
House! Mayst thou live happy!'
She answered: 'Hail to thee also, Guest of our Folk! Hast thou been
wandering about our meadows, and happened on me perchance?'
'Nay,' he said; 'I saw thee come forth from the House of the Steer,
and I followed thee hither.'
She reddened a little, and knit her brow, and said:
'Thou wilt have something to say to me?'
'I have much to say to thee,' he said; 'yet it was sweet to me to
behold thee, even if I might not speak with thee.'
She looked on him with her deep simple eyes, and neither reddened
again, nor seemed wroth; then she said:
'Speak what thou hast in thine heart, and I will hearken without
anger whatsoever it may be; even if thou hast but to tell me of the
passing folly of a mighty man, which in a month or two he will not
remember for sorrow or for joy. Sit here beside me, and tell me thy
thought.'
So he sat him adown and said: 'Yea, I have much to say to thee, but
it is hard to me to say it.
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