Now, kinsman, I would see Gold-mane, my
cousin, that I may bid him farewell; for who knoweth if I shall see
him again hereafter?'
Then went Iron-face and found Face-of-god where he was speaking with
Folk-might and the chieftains, and said to him:
'Come quickly, for thy cousin the Bride would speak with thee.'
Face-of-god reddened, and paled afterwards, but he went along with
his father silently; and his heart beat as he came and stood before
the litter whereas the Bride lay, clad all in white and propped up on
fair cushions of red silk. She was frail to look on, and worn and
pale yet; but he deemed that she was very happy.
She smiled on him, and reached out her hand and said:
'Welcome once more, cousin!' And he held her hand and kissed it, and
was nigh weeping, so sore was he beset by a throng of memories
concerning her and him in the days when they were little; and he
bethought him of her loving-kindness of past days, beyond that of
most children, beyond that of most maidens; and how there was nothing
in his life but she had a share in it, till the day when he found the
Hall on the Mountain.
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