CHAPTER VIII. FACE-OF-GOD COMETH HOME AGAIN TO BURGSTEAD.

FACE-OF-GOD went back through the wood by the way he had come, paying

little heed to the things about him. For whatever he thought of strayed

not one whit from the image of the Fair Woman of the Mountain-side.

He went through the wood swiftlier than yesterday, and made no stay for

noon or aught else, nor did he linger on the road when he was come into

the Dale, either to speak to any or to note what they did. So he came to

the House of the Face about dusk, and found no man within the hall either

carle or queen. So he cried out on the folk, and there came in a damsel

of the house, whom he greeted kindly and she him again. He bade her

bring the washing-water, and she did so and washed his feet and his

hands. She was a fair maid enough, as were most in the Dale, but he

heeded her little; and when she was done he kissed not her cheek for her

pains, as his wont was, but let her go her ways unthanked. But he went

to his shut-bed and opened his chest, and drew fair raiment from it, and

did off his wood-gear, and did on him a goodly scarlet kirtle fairly

broidered, and a collar with gems of price therein, and other braveries.

And when he was so attired he came out into the hall, and there was old

Stone-face standing by the hearth, which was blazing brightly with fresh

brands, so that things were clear to see.

Stone-face noted Gold-mane’s gay raiment, for he was not wont to wear

such attire, save on the feasts and high days when he behoved to. So the

old man smiled and said:

‘Welcome back from the Wood! But what is it? Hast thou been wedded

there, or who hath made thee Earl and King?’

Said Face-of-god: ‘Foster-father, sooth it is that I have been to the

wood, but there have I seen nought of manfolk worse than myself. Now as

to my raiment, needs must I keep it from the moth. And I am weary

withal, and this kirtle is light and easy to me. Moreover, I look to see

the Bride here again, and I would pleasure her with the sight of gay

raiment upon me.’

‘Nay,’ said Stone-face, ‘hast thou not seen some woman in the wood

arrayed like the image of a God? and hath she not bidden thee thus to

worship her to-night? For I know that such wights be in the wood, and

that such is their wont.’

Said Gold-mane: ‘I worship nought save the Gods and the Fathers. Nor saw

I in the wood any such as thou sayest.’

Therewith Stone-face shook his head; but after a while he said:

‘Art thou for the wood to-morrow?’

‘Nay,’ said Gold-mane angrily, knitting his brows.

‘The morrow of to-morrow,’ said Stone-face, ‘is the day when we look to

see the Westland merchants: after all, wilt thou not go hence with them

when they wend their ways back before the first snows fall?’

‘Nay,’ said he, ‘I have no mind to it, fosterer; cease egging me on

hereto.’

Then Stone-face shook his head again, and looked on him long, and

muttered: ‘To the wood wilt thou go to-morrow or next day; or some day

when doomed is thine undoing.’

Therewith entered the service and torches, and presently after came the

Alderman with Hall-face; and Iron-face greeted his son and said to him:

‘Thou hast not hit the time to do on thy gay raiment, for the Bride will

not be here to-night; she bideth still at the Feast at the Apple-tree

House: or wilt thou be there, son?’

‘Nay,’ said Face-of-god, ‘I am over-weary. And as for my raiment, it is

well; it is for thine honour and the honour of the name.’

So to table they went, and Iron-face asked his son of his ways again, and

whether he was quite fixed in his mind not to go down to the Plain and

the Cities: ‘For,’ said he, ‘the morrow of to-morrow shall the merchants

be here, and this were great news for them if the son of the Alderman

should be their faring-fellow back.’

But Face-of-god answered without any haste or heat: ‘Nay, father, it may

not be: fear not, thou shalt see that I have a good will to work and live

in the Dale.’

And in good sooth, though he was a young man and loved mirth and the ways

of his own will, he was a stalwarth workman, and few could mow a match

with him in the hay-month and win it; or fell trees as certainly and

swiftly, or drive as straight and clean a furrow through the stiff land

of the lower Dale; and in other matters also was he deft and sturdy.

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