Therewith he put his arms about her and kissed her, but soberly and
friendly, as if he would comfort her. And thereafter he said to her:
"Maybe to-morrow, in the sunlight, I will ask thee of this woman, what
she verily was; but now let her be. And thou, thou art over-wearied, and
I bid thee sleep."
So he went about and gathered of bracken a great heap for her bed, and
did his coat thereover, and led her thereto, and she lay down meekly, and
smiled and crossed her arms over her bosom, and presently fell asleep.
But as for him, he watched by the fire-side till dawn began to glimmer,
and then he also laid him down and slept.
CHAPTER XXV: OF THE TRIUMPHANT SUMMER ARRAY OF THE MAID
When the day was bright Walter arose, and met the Maid coming from the
river-bank, fresh and rosy from the water. She paled a little when they
met face to face, and she shrank from him shyly. But he took her hand
and kissed her frankly; and the two were glad, and had no need to tell
each other of their joy, though much else they deemed they had to say,
could they have found words thereto.
So they came to their fire and sat down, and fell to breakfast; and ere
they were done, the Maid said: "My Master, thou seest we be come nigh
unto the hill-country, and to-day about sunset, belike, we shall come
into the Land of the Bear-folk; and both it is, that there is peril if we
fall into their hands, and that we may scarce escape them. Yet I deem
that we may deal with the peril by wisdom."
"What is the peril?" said Walter; "I mean, what is the worst of it?"
Said the Maid: "To be offered up in sacrifice to their God."
"But if we escape death at their hands, what then?" said Walter.
"One of two things," said she; "the first that they shall take us into
their tribe."
"And will they sunder us in that case?" said Walter.
"Nay," said she.
Walter laughed and said: "Therein is little harm then. But what is the
other chance?"
Said she: "That we leave them with their goodwill, and come back to one
of the lands of Christendom."
Said Walter: "I am not all so sure that this is the better of the two
choices, though, forsooth, thou seemest to think so. But tell me now,
what like is their God, that they should offer up new-comers to him?"
"Their God is a woman," she said, "and the Mother of their nation and
tribes (or so they deem) before the days when they had chieftains and
Lords of Battle."
"That will be long ago," said he; "how then may she be living now?"
Said the Maid: "Doubtless that woman of yore agone is dead this many and
many a year; but they take to them still a new woman, one after other, as
they may happen on them, to be in the stead of the Ancient Mother. And
to tell thee the very truth right out, she that lieth dead in the
Pillared Hall was even the last of these; and now, if they knew it, they
lack a God. This shall we tell them."
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