“Hearken, children!  I am old and war-wise; but my wisdom is the wisdom of the sword of the mighty warrior, that knoweth which way it should wend, and hath no thought of turning back till it lieth broken in the field.  Such wisdom is good against Folks that we have met heretofore; as when we have fought with the Huns, who would sweep us away from the face of the earth, or with the Franks or the Burgundians, who would quell us into being something worser than they be.  But here is a new foe, and new wisdom, and that right shifty, do we need to meet them.  One wise duke have ye gotten, Thiodolf to wit; and he is young beside me and beside Otter of the Laxings.  And now if ye must needs have an older man to stand beside him, (and that is not ill) take ye Otter; for old though his body be, the thought within him is keen and supple like the best of Welsh-wrought blades, and it liveth in the days that now are: whereas for me, meseemeth, my thoughts are in the days bygone.  Yet look to it, that I shall not fail to lead as the sword of the valiant leadeth, or the shaft shot by the cunning archer.  Choose ye Otter; I have spoken over long.”

  Then spoke Agni the Dayling, and laughed withal: “One man of the Folk hath spoken for Otter and against Heriulf—now let others speak if they will!”

  So the cry came forth, “Otter let it be, we will have Otter!”

  “Speaketh any against Otter?” said Agni.  But there was no voice raised against him.

  Then Agni said: “Come forth, Otter of the Laxings, and hold the ring with Thiodolf.”

  Then Otter went up on to the hill and stood by Thiodolf, and they held the ring together; and then each thrust his hand and arm through the ring and clasped hands together, and stood thus awhile, and all the Folk shouted together.

  Then spake Agni: “Now shall we hew the horses and give the gifts to the Gods.”

  Therewith he and the two War-dukes came down from the hill; and stood before the altar; and the nine warriors of the Daylings stood forth with axes to hew the horses and with copper bowls wherein to catch the blood of them, and each hewed down his horse to the Gods, but the two War-dukes slew the tenth and fairest: and the blood was caught in the bowls, and Agni took a sprinkler and went round about the ring of men, and cast the blood of the Gods’-gifts over the Folk, as was the custom of those days.

  Then they cut up the carcases and burned on the altar the share of the Gods, and Agni and the War-dukes tasted thereof, and the rest they bore off to the Daylings’ abode for the feast to be holden that night.

  Then Otter and Thiodolf spake apart together for awhile, and presently went up again on to the Speech-Hill, and Thiodolf said:

  “O kindreds of the Markmen; to-morrow with the day

We shall wend up Mirkwood-water to bar our foes the way;

And there shall we make our wain-burg on the edges of the wood,

Where in the days past over at last the aliens stood,

The Slaughter Tofts ye call it.  There tidings shall we get

If the curse of the world is awakened, and the serpent crawleth yet

Amidst the Mirkwood thicket; and when the sooth we know,

Then bearing battle with us through the thicket shall we go,

The ancient Wood-wolf’s children, and the People of the Shield,

And the Spear-kin and the Horse-kin, while the others keep the field

About the warded wain-burg; for not many need we there

Where amidst of the thickets’ tangle and the woodland net they fare,

And the hearts of the aliens falter and they curse the fight ne’er done,

And wonder who is fighting and which way is the sun.”

  Thus he spoke; then Agni took up the war-horn again, and blew a blast, and then he cried out:

  “Now sunder we the Folk-mote! and the feast is for to-night,

And to-morrow the Wayfaring; But unnamed is the day of the fight;

O warriors, look ye to it that not long we need abide

’Twixt the hour of the word we have spoken, and our fair-fame’s blooming tide!

For then ’midst the toil and the turmoil shall we sow the seeds of peace,

And the Kindreds’ long endurance, and the Goth-folk’s great increase.”

  Then arose the last great shout, and soberly and in due order, kindred by kindred, they turned and departed from the Thing-stead and went their way through the wood to the abode of the Daylings.

  CHAPTER IX—THE ANCIENT MAN OF THE DAYLINGS

  There still hung the more part of the stay-at-homes round about the Roof.  But on the plain beneath the tofts were all the wains of the host drawn up round about a square like the streets about a market-place; all these now had their tilts rigged over them, some white, some black, some red, some tawny of hue; and some, which were of the Beamings, green like the leafy tree.

  The warriors of the host went down into this wain-town, which they had not fenced in any way, since they in no wise looked for any onset there; and there were their thralls dighting the feast for them, and a many of the Dayling kindred, both men and women, went with them; but some men did the Daylings bring into their Roof, for there was room for a good many besides their own folk.  So they went over the Bridge of turf into the garth and into the Great Roof of the Daylings; and amongst these were the two War-dukes.

  So when they came to the dais it was as fair all round about there as might well be; and there sat elders and ancient warriors to welcome the guests; and among them was the old carle who had sat on the edge of the burg to watch the faring of the host, and had shuddered back at the sight of the Wolfing Banner.

  And when the old carle saw the guests, he fixed his eyes on Thiodolf, and presently came up and stood before him; and Thiodolf looked on the old man, and greeted him kindly and smiled on him; but the carle spake not till he had looked on him a while; and at last he fell a-trembling, and reached his hands out to Thiodolf’s bare head, and handled his curls and caressed them, as a mother does with her son, even if he be a grizzled-haired man, when there is none by: and at last he said:

  “How dear is the head of the mighty, and the apple of the tree

That blooms with the life of the people which is and yet shall be!

It is helmed with ancient wisdom, and the long remembered thought,

That liveth when dead is the iron, and its very rust but nought.

Ah! were I but young as aforetime, I would fare to the battle-stead

And stand amidst of the spear-hail for the praise of the hand and the head!”

  Then his hands left Thiodolf’s head, and strayed down to his shoulders and his breast, and he felt the cold rings of the hauberk, and let his hands fall down to his side again; and the tears gushed out of his old eyes and again he spake:

  “O house of the heart of the mighty, O breast of the battle-lord

Why art thou coldly hidden from the flickering flame of the sword?