Then from all over the Mote-stead arose an exceeding great shout, and
all men waved aloft their weapons; but the men of Shadowy Vale who
were standing amidst the men of the Face knew not how to demean
themselves, and some of them ran forth into the Field and leapt for
joy, tossing their swords into the air, and catching them by the
hilts as they fell: and amidst it all the Woodlanders now stood
silent, unmoving, as men abiding the word of onset.
As for that brother and sister: the Sun-beam flushed red all over
her face, and pressed her hands to her bosom, and then the passion of
tears over-mastered her, and her breast heaved, and the tears gushed
out of her eyes, and her body was shaken with weeping. But Folk-
might sat still, looking straight before him, his eyes glittering,
his teeth set, his right hand clutching hard at the hilts of his
sword, which lay naked across his knees. And the Bride, who stood
clad in her begemmed and glittering war-array in the forefront of the
Men of the Steer, nigh unto the seats of the chieftains, beheld Folk-
might, and her face flushed and brightened, and still she looked upon
him.
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