The wain stayed at the foot of the stair that
led up to the door of the Mote-house, and there lighted down
therefrom a woman goodly of fashion, with wide grey eyes, and face
and hands brown with the sun's burning. She had a helm on her head
and a sword girt to her side, and in her arms she bore a yearling
child.
And there was come Bow-may with the second man-child born to Face-of-
god.
She stayed not amidst the wondering folk, but hastened up the stair,
which she had once seen running with the blood of men: the door was
open, and she went in and walked straight-way, with the babe in her
arms, up the great Hall to the dais.
There were men on the dais: amidmost sat Folk-might, little changed
since the last day she had seen him, yet fairer, she deemed, than of
old time; and her heart went forth to meet the Chieftain of her Folk,
and the glad tears started in her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she
drew near to him.
By his side sat the Bride, and her also Bow-may deemed to have waxed
goodlier. Both she and Folk-might knew Bow-may ere she had gone half
the length of the hall; and the Bride rose up in her place and cried
out Bow-may's name joyously.
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