He smiled as he spoke, and Arinbiorn smiled on him in turn and went his ways to array the host.  But when he was gone Thiodolf was alone in that place with the Hall-Sun, and he turned to her, and kissed her, and caressed her fondly, and spake and said:

  “So fare we, O my daughter, to the sundering of the ways;

Short is my journey henceforth to the door that ends my days,

And long the road that lieth as yet before thy feet.

How fain were I that thy journey from day to day were sweet

With peace to thee and pleasure; that a noble warrior’s hand

In its early days might lead thee adown the flowery land,

And thy children in its noon-tide cling round about thy gown,

And the wise that thy womb has carried when the sun is going down,

Be thy happy fellow-farers to tell the tale of Earth,

But I wot that for no such sweetness did we bring thee unto birth,

But to be the soul of the Wolfings till the other days should come,

And the fruit of the kindreds’ harvest with thee is garnered home.

Yet if for no blithe faring thy life-day is ordained,

Yet peace that long endureth maybe thy soul hath gained;

And thy sorrow of this even thy latest grief shall be,

The grief wherewith thou singest the death-song over me.”

  She looked up at him and smiled, though the tears were on her face; then she said:

  “Though to-day the grief beginneth yet the bitterness is done.

Though my body wendeth barren ’neath the beams of the quickening sun,

Yet remembrance still abideth, and long after the days of my life

Shall I live in the tale of the morning, when they tell of the ending of strife;

And the deeds of this little hand, and the thought conceived in my heart,

And never again henceforward from the folk shall I fare apart.

And if of the Earth, my father, thou hast tidings in thy place

Thou shalt hear how they call me the Ransom and the Mother of happy days.”

  Then she wept outright for a brief space, and thereafter she said:

  “Keep this in thine heart, O father, that I shall remember all

Since thou liftedst the she-wolf’s nursling in the oak-tree’s leafy hall.

Yea, every time I remember when hand in hand we went

Amidst the shafts of the beech-trees, and down to the youngling bent

The Folk-wolf in his glory when the eve of fight drew nigh;

And every time I remember when we wandered joyfully

Adown the sunny meadow and lived a while of life

’Midst the herbs and the beasts and the waters so free from fear and strife,

That thy years and thy might and thy wisdom, I had no part therein;

But thou wert as the twin-born brother of the maiden slim and thin,

The maiden shy in the feast-hall and blithe in wood and field.

Thus have we fared, my father; and e’en now when thou bearest shield,

On the last of thy days of mid-earth, twixt us ’tis even so

That the heart of my like-aged brother is the heart of thee that I know.”

  Then the bitterness of tears stayed her speech, and he spake no word more, but took her in his arms a while and soothed her and fondled her, and then they parted, and he went with great strides towards the outgoing of the Thing-stead.

  There he found the warriors of his House and of the Bearings and the lesser Houses of Mid-mark, all duly ordered for wending through the wood.  The dawn was coming on apace, but the wood was yet dark.  But whereas the Wolfings led, and each man of them knew the wood like his own hand, there was no straying or disarray, and in less than a half-hour’s space Thiodolf and the first battle were come to the wood behind the hazel-trees at the back of the hall, and before them was the dawning round about the Roof of the Kindred; the eastern heavens were brightening, and they could see all things clear without the wood.

  CHAPTER XXVIII—OF THE STORM OF DAWNING

  Then Thiodolf bade Fox and two others steal forward, and see what of foemen was before them; so they fell to creeping on towards the open: but scarcely had they started, before all men could hear the tramp of men drawing nigh; then Thiodolf himself took with him a score of his House and went quietly toward the wood-edge till they were barely within the shadow of the beech-wood; and he looked forth and saw men coming straight towards their lurking-place.  And those he saw were a good many, and they were mostly of the dastards of the Goths; but with them was a Captain of an Hundred of the Romans, and some others of his kindred; and Thiodolf deemed that the Goths had been bidden to gather up some of the night-watchers and enter the wood and fall on the stay-at-homes.  So he bade his men get them aback, and he himself abode still at the very wood’s edge listening intently with his sword bare in his hand.  And he noted that those men of the foe stayed in the daylight outside the wood, but a few yards from it, and, by command as it seemed, fell silent and spake no word; and the morn was very still, and when the sound of their tramp over the grass had ceased, Thiodolf could hear the tramp of more men behind them.  And then he had another thought, to wit that the Romans had sent scouts to see if the Goths yet abided on the vantage-ground by the ford, and that when they had found them gone, they were minded to fall on them unawares in the refuge of the Thing-stead and were about to do so by the counsel and leading of the dastard Goths; and that this was one body of the host led by those dastards, who knew somewhat of the woods.  So he drew aback speedily, and catching hold of Fox by the shoulder (for he had taken him alone with him) he bade him creep along through the wood toward the Thing-stead, and bring back speedy word whether there were any more foemen near the wood thereaway; and he himself came to his men, and ordered them for onset, drawing them up in a shallow half moon, with the bowmen at the horns thereof, with the word to loose at the Romans as soon as they heard the war-horn blow: and all this was done speedily and with little noise, for they were well nigh so arrayed already.

  Thus then they waited, and there was more than a glimmer of light even under the beechen leaves, and the eastern sky was yellowing to sunrise.  The other warriors were like hounds in the leash eager to be slipped; but Thiodolf stood calm and high-hearted turning over the memory of past days, and the time he thought of seemed long to him, but happy.

  Scarce had a score of minutes passed, and the Romans before them, who were now gathered thick behind those dastards of the Goths, had not moved, when back comes Fox and tells how he has come upon a great company of the Romans led by their thralls of the Goths who were just entering the wood, away there towards the Thing-stead.