When sunset came, they were getting clear of the miry ground, and the
stream which they had come across amidst of the mires had got clearer
and greater, and rattled down between wide stony sides over the
heath; and here and there it deepened as it cleft its way through
little knolls that rose out of the face of the mountain-neck. As the
Host climbed one of these and was come to its topmost (it was low
enough not to turn the stream), Face-of-god looked and beheld dark-
blue mountains rising up far off before him, and higher than these,
but away to the east, the snowy peaks of the World-mountains. Then
he called to mind what he had seen from the Burg of the Runaways, and
he took Folk-might by the arm, and pointed toward those far-off
mountains.
'Yea,' said Folk-might, 'so it is, War-leader. Silver-dale lieth
between us and yonder blue ridges, and it is far nigher to us than to
them.'
But the Sun-beam came close to those twain, and took Face-of-god by
the hand and said: 'O Gold-mane, dost thou see?' and he turned about
and beheld her, and saw how her cheeks flamed and her eyes glittered,
and he said in a low voice: 'To-morrow for mirth or silence, for
life or death.
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