" This is his
message, Folk-might, and he would have an answer from thee.'
Then laughed Folk-might and said: 'Sister Bow-may, seest thou these
weaponed men hereby?'
'Yea,' she said.
Said he: 'These men bear a message with them to Face-of-god my
brother. Crow the Shaft-speeder, stand forth and tell thy friend
Bow-may the message I have set in thy mouth, every word of it.'
Then Crow stood forth and greeted Bow-may friendly, and said:
'Friend Bow-may, this is the message of our Alderman: "Friend and
helper, in the Dale which thou hast given to us do all things thrive;
neither are we grown old in three years' wearing, nor are our
memories worsened. We long sore to see you and give you guesting in
Silver-dale, and one day that shall befall. Meanwhile, know this:
that we of the Wolf and the Woodland, mindful of the earth that bore
us, and the pit whence we were digged, have a mind to go see Shadowy
Vale once in every three years, and there to hold high-tide in the
ancient Hall of the Wolf, and sit in the Doom-ring of our Fathers.
But since ye have joined yourselves to us in battle, and have given
us this Dale, our health and wealth, without price and without
reward, we deem you our very brethren, and small shall be our hall-
glee, and barren shall our Doom-ring seem to us, unless ye sit there
beside us.
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