So
pondered Face-of-god in the Market-place of Silver-dale.
CHAPTER L. FOLK-MIGHT SEETH THE BRIDE AND SPEAKETH WITH HER
Now tells the tale of Folk-might, that he went his ways from the Hall
to the house where the Bride lay; and the swain who had brought the
message went along with him, and he was proud of walking beside so
mighty a warrior, and he talked to Folk-might as they went; and the
sound of his voice was irksome to the chieftain, but he made as
though he hearkened. Yet when they came to the door of the house,
which was just out of the Place on the Southern road (for thereby had
the Bride fallen to earth), he could withhold his grief no longer,
but turned on the threshold and laid his head on the door-jamb, and
sobbed and wept till the tears fell down like rain. And the boy
stood by wondering, and wishing that Folk-might would forbear
weeping, but durst not speak to him.
In a while Folk-might left weeping and went in, and found a fair hall
sore befouled by the felons, and in the corner on a bed covered with
furs the wounded woman; and at first sight he deemed her not so pale
as he looked to see her, as she lay with her long dark-red hair
strewed over the pillow, her head moving about wearily.
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