Birdalone’s heart yearned toward them, and she stepped straightway from
out of the cover of the coppice, and the sun flamed from her sallet and
glittered in the rings of her hauberk, so that the folk might not fail
to see her; the sheep fled bundling from her past their keepers, who
stood firm, but seemed somewhat scared, and moved not toward Birdalone.
She gave them the sele of the day and stood still herself; but the man
with the ash-wand said: Hail, thou man; but we would have thee come no
nearer a while, though thy voice be sweet: for we know what things they
be which thou bearest, and that thou art a warrior. Wilt thou hurt us?
Birdalone laughed as sweetly as the blackbird sings, and she did off
her sallet and shook the plenteous hair down over her, and then drew
forth her sword and dagger and cast them to earth, and laid her bow and
quiver of arrows upon them, and said: Now will I come to you, or ye
shall come to me, whereas I am unweaponed, and no warrior, but a woman,
and ye are four to one, and two of you carles; wherefore now ye may
bind me or slay me if you will; but in any case I pray you first to
give me a mouthful of meat.
When she had done her speech, she went up to the fairest of the women
and kissed her; but the two carles made no more ado but came to
Birdalone and kissed her one after other, and that as men who needed
nought to compel them therein, and each thereafter took a hand of her
and held it and caressed it. But the other woman had run into the house
as soon as Birdalone spoke, and came back again with a treen bowl full
of milk and a little loaf, not white but brown; and there blundered
about her legs as she came a little lad of some three winters old,
naked and brown, who was shy of the gleaming new-comer, and hid him
behind the woman one while, and the other while came forth to see the
new thing. But the woman said: Dear woman, here is for thee some of the
ewes’ milk, and a bite of bread, and a little deal of cheese; the said
milk is yet warm, so that it is not yet clottered; but if thou wilt
come with us thou mayest speedily drink cows’ milk, and we be now at
point to go milk them.
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