'
Said Folk-might: 'Guest, and warrior of the Steer, thy words are
ever good; and if this time thou comest to ask aught of me, then
shall they be better than good.'
Said Hall-ward: 'Tell me, Folk-might, hast thou seen my daughter the
Bride to-day?'
'Yea,' said Folk-might, reddening.
'What didst thou deem of her state?' said Hall-ward.
Said Folk-might: 'Thou knowest thyself that the fever hath left her,
and that she is mending.'
Hall-ward said: 'In a few days belike we shall be wending home to
Burgdale: when deemest thou that the Bride may travel, if it were
but on a litter?'
Folk-might was silent, and Hall-ward smiled on him and said:
'Wouldst thou have her tarry, O chief of the Wolf?'
'So it is,' said Folk-might, 'that it might be labour lost for her to
journey to Burgdale at present.'
'Thinkest thou?' said Hall-ward; 'hast thou a mind then that if she
goeth she shall speedily come back hither?'
'It has been in my mind,' said Folk-might, 'that I should wed her.
Wilt thou gainsay it? I pray thee, Iron-face my friend, and ye
Stone-face and Hall-face, and thou, Face-of-god, my brother, to lay
thy words to mine in this matter.
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