CHAPTER XLVIII. MEN SING IN THE MOTE-HOUSE
Then strode the Warriors of the Wolf over the bodies of the slain on
to the dais of their own Hall; and Folk-might led the Sun-beam by the
hand, and now was his sword in its sheath, and his face was grown
calm, though it was stern and sad. But even as he trod the dais
comes a slim swain of the Wolves twisting himself through the throng,
and so maketh way to Folk-might, and saith to him:
'Chieftain, the Alderman of Burgdale sendeth me hither to say a word
to thee; even this, which I am to tell to thee and the War-leader
both: It is most true that our kinswoman the Bride will not die, but
live. So help me, the Warrior and the Face! This is the word of the
Alderman.'
When Folk-might heard this, his face changed and he hung his head;
and Face-of-god, who was standing close by, beheld him and deemed
that tears were falling from his eyes on to the hall-floor. As for
him, he grew exceeding glad, and he turned to the Sun-beam and met
her eyes, and saw that she could scarce refrain her longing for him;
and he was abashed for the sweetness of his love.
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