Spake Habundia, looking anxiously on her: Dost thou deem that thou art
somewhat cowed by what she hath done to thee? Said Birdalone, and
flushed very red: Oh no, no! Nought save death or bonds shall come
betwixt me and my utmost striving for escape. That is better than well,
said Habundia; but again, canst thou have patience a little, and be
wary and wise the while? So meseemeth, said the maiden. Said Habundia:
Again it is well. Now is the summer beginning to wane, and by my rede
thou shalt not try the flight until May is come again and well-nigh
worn into June; for thou wilt be bigger then, little sister, and
tidings are waxing that shall get matters ready for thy departure:
moreover, thou must yet learn what thou hast to do meanwhile, and
thereof shall I tell thee somewhat as now. For that boat, the thing
which thou didst find, and for which thou didst suffer, is called the
Sending Boat, and therein thy mistress fareth time and again, I deem to
seek to some other of her kind, but I know not unto whom, or whereto.
Hast thou noted of her that whiles she goeth away privily by night and
cloud? Yea, verily, said Birdalone, and this is one of the things which
heretofore hath made me most afraid. Said Habundia: Well now, that she
wendeth somewhither in this ferry I wot; but as I wot not whither, so
also I know not what she doth with the Sending Boat to make it obey
her; whereas, though I know all things of the wood, I know but little
of the lake. Wherefore, though there be peril to thee therein, follow
her twice or thrice when she riseth up for this faring, and note
closely what is her manner of dealing with the said Sending Boat, so
that thou mayst do in like wise. Wilt thou risk the smart and the
skin-changing, or even if it were the stroke of the knife, to gather
this wisdom? And thereafter thou shalt come hither and tell me how thou
hast sped. With a good heart will I, dear sister, said Birdalone.
Then Habundia kissed her and said: It is a joy to me to see thee so
valiant, but herein may I help thee somewhat; here is a gold
finger-ring, see thou! fashioned as a serpent holding his tail in his
mouth; whenso thou goest on this quest, set thou this same ring on the
middle finger of thy left hand, and say thou above thy breath at least:
To left and right,
Before, behind,
Of me be sight
As of the wind!
And nought then shall be seen of thee even by one who standeth close
beside. But wear not the ring openly save at such times, or let the
witch have sight thereof ever, or she will know that thou hast met me.
Dost thou understand, and canst thou remember?
Laughed Birdalone, and took the ring and set it on her finger, and
spake aloud even as Habundia had given her the words. Then quoth
Habundia, laughing: Now have I lost my friend and sister, for thou art
gone, Birdalone. Take off the ring, sweetling, and get thee to thine
hunting, for if thou come home empty-handed there will be flyting
awaiting thee, or worse.
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