But I know all tales of the Wolfings and their evil and their good;

  And when I heard of thy fairness, thereof I heard it said,

  That for thee should be never a bridal nor a place in the warrior’s bed.”

  The maiden neither reddened nor paled, but looking with calm steady eyes into the Carline’s face she answered:

  “Yea true it is, I am wedded to the mighty ones of old,

  And the fathers of the Wolfings ere the days of field and fold.”

  Then a smile came into the eyes of the old woman and she said.

  “How glad shall be thy mother of thy worship and thy worth,

  And the father that begat thee if yet they dwell on earth!”

  But the Hall-Sun answered in the same steady manner as before:

  “None knoweth who is my mother, nor my very father’s name;

  But when to the House of the Wolfings a wild-wood waif I came,

  They gave me a foster-mother an ancient dame and good,

  And a glorious foster-father the best of all the blood.”

  Spake the Carline.

  “Yea, I have heard the story, but scarce therein might I trow

  That thou with all thy beauty wert born ‘neath the oaken bough,

  And hast crawled a naked baby o’er the rain-drenched autumn-grass;

  Wilt thou tell the wandering woman what wise it cometh to pass

  That thou art the Mid-mark’s Hall-Sun, and the sign of the Wolfings’ gain?

  Thou shalt pleasure me much by the telling, and there of shalt thou be fain.”

  Then answered the Hall-Sun.

  “Yea; thus much I remember for the first of my memories;

  That I lay on the grass in the morning and above were the boughs of the trees.

  But nought naked was I as the wood-whelp, but clad in linen white,

  And adown the glades of the oakwood the morning sun lay bright.

  Then a hind came out of the thicket and stood on the sunlit glade,

  And turned her head toward the oak tree and a step on toward me made.

  Then stopped, and bounded aback, and away as if in fear,

  That I saw her no more; then I wondered, though sitting close anear

  Was a she-wolf great and grisly. But with her was I wont to play,

  And pull her ears, and belabour her rugged sides and grey,

  And hold her jaws together, while she whimpered, slobbering

  For the love of my love; and nowise I deemed her a fearsome thing.

  There she sat as though she were watching, and o’er head a blue-winged jay

  Shrieked out from the topmost oak-twigs, and a squirrel ran his way

  Two tree-trunks off. But the she-wolf arose up suddenly

  And growled with her neck-fell bristling, as if danger drew anigh;

  And therewith I heard a footstep, for nice was my ear to catch

  All the noises of the wild-wood; so there did we sit at watch

  While the sound of feet grew nigher: then I clapped hand on hand

  And crowed for joy and gladness, for there out in the sun did stand

  A man, a glorious creature with a gleaming helm on his head,

  And gold rings on his arms, in raiment gold-broidered crimson-red.

  Straightway he strode up toward us nor heeded the wolf of the wood

  But sang as he went in the oak-glade, as a man whose thought is good,

  And nought she heeded the warrior, but tame as a sheep was grown,

  And trotted away through the wild-wood with her crest all laid adown.

  Then came the man and sat down by the oak-bole close unto me

  And took me up nought fearful and set me on his knee.

  And his face was kind and lovely, so my cheek to his cheek I laid

  And touched his cold bright war-helm and with his gold rings played,

  And hearkened his words, though I knew not what tale they had to tell,

  Yet fain was my heart of their music, and meseemed I loved him well.

  So we fared for a while and were fain, till he set down my feet on the grass,

  And kissed me and stood up himself, and away through the wood did he pass.

  And then came back the she-wolf and with her I played and was fain.

  Lo the first thing I remember: wilt thou have me babble again?”

  Spake the Carline and her face was soft and kind:

  “Nay damsel, long would I hearken to thy voice this summer day.

  But how didst thou leave the wild-wood, what people brought thee away?”

  Then said the Hall-Sun:

  “I awoke on a time in the even, and voices I heard as I woke;

  And there was I in the wild-wood by the bole of the ancient oak,

  And a ring of men was around me, and glad was I indeed

  As I looked upon their faces and the fashion of their weed.

  For I gazed on the red and the scarlet and the beaten silver and gold,

  And blithe were their noble faces and kindly to behold,

  And nought had I seen of such-like since that hour of the other day

  When that warrior came to the oak glade with the little child to play.

  And forth now he came, with the face that my hands had fondled before,

  And a battle shield wrought fairly upon his arm he bore,

  And thereon the wood-wolf’s image in ruddy gold was done.

  Then I stretched out my little arms towards the glorious shining one

  And he took me up and set me on his shoulder for a while

  And turned about to his fellows with a blithe and joyous smile;

  And they shouted aloud about me and drew forth gleaming swords

  And clashed them on their bucklers; but nought I knew of the words

  Of their shouting and rejoicing. So thereafter was I laid

  And borne forth on the warrior’s warshield, and our way through the wood we made

  ‘Midst the mirth and great contentment of those fair-clad shielded men.

  “But no tale of the wolf and the wild-wood abides with me since then,

  And the next thing I remember is a huge and dusky hall,

  A world for my little body from ancient wall to wall;

  A world of many doings, and nought for me to do,

  A world of many noises, and known to me were few.

  “Time wore, and I spoke with the Wolfings and knew the speech of the kin,

  And was strange ‘neath the roof no longer, as a lonely waif therein;

  And I wrought as a child with my playmates and every hour looked on

  Unto the next hour’s joyance till the happy day was done.

  And going and coming amidst us was a woman tall and thin

  With hair like the hoary barley and silver streaks therein.

  And kind and sad of visage, as now I remember me,

  And she sat and told us stories when we were aweary with glee,

  And many of us she fondled, but me the most of all.

  And once from my sleep she waked me and bore me down the hall,

  In the hush of the very midnight, and I was feared thereat.

  But she brought me unto the dais, and there the warrior sat,

  Who took me up and kissed me, as erst within the wood;

  And meseems in his arms I slumbered: but I wakened again and stood

  Alone with the kindly woman, and gone was the goodly man,

  And athwart the hush of the Folk-hall the moon shone bright and wan,

  And the woman dealt with a lamp hung up by a chain aloft,

  And she trimmed it and fed it with oil, while she chanted sweet and soft

  A song whose words I knew not: then she ran it up again,

  And up in the darkness above us died the length of its wavering chain.”

  “Yea,” said the carline, “this woman will have been the Hall-Sun that came before thee. What next dost thou remember?”

  Said the maiden:

  “Next I mind me of the hazels behind the People’s Roof,

  And the children running thither and the magpie flitting aloof,

  And my hand in the hand of the Hall-Sun, as after the others we went,

  And she soberly hearkening my prattle and the words of my intent.

  And now would I call her ‘Mother,’ and indeed I loved her well.

  “So I waxed; and now of my memories the tale were long to tell;

  But as the days passed over, and I fared to field and wood,

  Alone or with my playmates, still the days were fair and good.

  But the sad and kindly Hall-Sun for my fosterer now I knew,

  And the great and glorious warrior that my heart clung sorely to

  Was but my foster-father; and I knew that I had no kin

  In the ancient House of the Wolfings, though love was warm therein.”

  Then smiled the carline and said: “Yea, he is thy foster-father, and yet a fond one.”

  “Sooth is that,” said the Hall-Sun. “But wise art thou by seeming. Hast thou come to tell me of what kindred I am, and who is my father and who is my mother?”

  Said the carline: “Art thou not also wise? Is it not so that the Hall-Sun of the Wolfings seeth things that are to come?”

  “Yea,” she said, “yet have I seen waking or sleeping no other father save my foster-father; yet my very mother I have seen, as one who should meet her in the flesh one day.”

  “And good is that,” said the carline; and as she spoke her face waxed kinder, and she said:

  “Tell us more of thy days in the House of the Wolfings and how thou faredst there.”

  Said the Hall-Sun:

  “I waxed ‘neath the Roof of the Wolfings, till now to look upon

  I was of sixteen winters, and the love of the Folk I won,

  And in lovely weed they clad me like the image of a God:

  And lonely now full often the wild-wood ways I trod,

  And I feared no wild-wood creature, and my presence scared them nought;

  And I fell to know of wisdom, and within me stirred my thought,

  So that oft anights would I wander through the mead and far away,

  And swim the Mirkwood-water, and amidst his eddies play

  When earth was dark in the dawn-tide; and over all the folk

  I knew of the beasts’ desires, as though in words they spoke.

  “So I saw of things that should be, were they mighty things or small,

  And upon a day as it happened came the war-word to the hall,

  And the House must wend to the warfield, and as they sang, and played

  With the strings of the harp that even, and the mirth of the war-eve made,

  Came the sight of the field to my eyes, and the words waxed hot in me,

  And I needs must show the picture of the end of the fight to be.

  Then I showed them the Red Wolf bristling o’er the broken fleeing foe;

  And the war-gear of the fleers, and their banner did I show,

  To wit the Ling-worm’s image with the maiden in his mouth;

  There I saw my foster-father ‘mid the pale blades of the South,

  Till aloof swept all the handplay and the hurry of the chase,

  And he lay along by an ash-tree, no helm about his face,

  No byrny on his body; and an arrow in his thigh,

  And a broken spear in his shoulder. Then I saw myself draw nigh

  To sing the song blood-staying. Then saw I how we twain

  Went ‘midst of the host triumphant in the Wolfings’ banner-wain,

  The black bulls lowing before us athwart the warriors’ song,

  As up from Mirkwood-water we went our ways along

  To the Great Roof of the Wolfings, whence streamed the women out

  And the sound of their rejoicing blent with the warriors’ shout.

  “They heard me and saw the picture, and they wotted how wise I was grown,

  And they loved me, and glad were their hearts at the tale my lips had shown;

  And my body clad as an image of a God to the field they bore,

  And I held by the mast of the banner as I looked upon their war,

  And endured to see unblenching on the wind-swept sunny plain

  All the picture of my vision by the men-folk done again.

  And over my Foster-father I sang the staunching-song,

  Till the life-blood that was ebbing flowed back to his heart the strong,

  And we wended back in the war-wain ‘midst the gleanings of the fight

  Unto the ancient dwelling and the Hall-Sun’s glimmering light.

  “So from that day henceforward folk hung upon my words,

  For the battle of the autumn, and the harvest of the swords;

  And e’en more was I loved than aforetime. So wore a year away,

  And heavy was the burden of the lore that on me lay.

  “But my fosterer the Hall-Sun took sick at the birth of the year,

  And changed her life as the year changed, as summer drew anear.

  But she knew that her life was waning, and lying in her bed

  She taught me the lore of the Hall-Sun, and every word to be said

  At the trimming in the midnight and the feeding in the morn,

  And she laid her hands upon me ere unto the howe she was borne

  With the kindred gathered about us; and they wotted her weird and her will,

  And hailed me for the Hall-Sun when at last she lay there still.

  And they did on me the garment, the holy cloth of old,

  And the neck-chain wrought for the goddess, and the rings of the hallowed gold.

  So here am I abiding, and of things to be I tell,

  Yet know not what shall befall me nor why with the Wolfings I dwell.”

  Then said the carline:

  “What seest thou, O daughter, of the journey of to-day?

  And why wendest thou not with the war-host on the battle-echoing way?”

  Said the Hall-Sun.

  “O mother, here dwelleth the Hall-Sun while the kin hath a dwelling-place,

  Nor ever again shall I look on the onset or the chase,

  Till the day when the Roof of the Wolfings looketh down on the girdle of foes,

  And the arrow singeth over the grass of the kindred’s close;

  Till the pillars shake with the shouting and quivers the roof-tree dear,

  When the Hall of the Wolfings garners the harvest of the spear.”

  Therewith she stood on her feet and turned her face to the Great Roof, and gazed long at it, not heeding the crone by her side; and she muttered words of whose signification the other knew not, though she listened intently, and gazed ever at her as closely as might be.

  Then fell the Hall-Sun utterly silent, and the lids closed over her eyes, and her hands were clenched, and her feet pressed hard on the daisies: her bosom heaved with sore sighs, and great tear-drops oozed from under her eyelids and fell on to her raiment and her feet and on to the flowery summer grass; and at the last her mouth opened and she spake, but in a voice that was marvellously changed from that she spake in before:

  “Why went ye forth, O Wolfings, from the garth your fathers built,

  And the House where sorrow dieth, and all unloosed is guilt?

  Turn back, turn back, and behold it! lest your feet be over slow

  When your shields are heavy-burdened with the arrows of the foe;

  How ye totter, how ye stumble on the rough and corpse-strewn way!

  And lo, how the eve is eating the afternoon of day!

  O why are ye abiding till the sun is sunk in night

  And the forest trees are ruddy with the battle-kindled light?

  O rest not yet, ye Wolfings, lest void be your resting-place,

  And into lands that ye know not the Wolf must turn his face,

  And ye wander and ye wander till the land in the ocean cease,

  And your battle bring no safety and your labour no increase.”

  Then was she silent for a while, and her tears ceased to flow; but presently her eyes opened once more, and she lifted up her voice and cried aloud —

  “I see, I see! O Godfolk behold it from aloof,

  How the little flames steal flickering along the ridge of the Roof!

  They are small and red ‘gainst the heavens in the summer afternoon;

  But when the day is dusking, white, high shall they wave to the moon.

  Lo, the fire plays now on the windows like strips of scarlet cloth

  Wind-waved! but look in the night-tide on the onset of its wrath,

  How it wraps round the ancient timbers and hides the mighty roof

  But lighteth little crannies, so lost and far aloof,

  That no man yet of the kindred hath seen them ere to-night,

  Since first the builder builded in loving and delight!”

  Then again she stayed her speech with weeping and sobbing, but after a while was still again, and then she spoke pointing toward the roof with her right hand.

  “I see the fire-raisers and iron-helmed they are,

  Brown-faced about the banners that their hands have borne afar.

  And who in the garth of the kindred shall bear adown their shield

  Since the onrush of the Wolfings they caught in the open field,

  As the might of the mountain lion falls dead in the hempen net?

  O Wolfings, long have ye tarried, but the hour abideth yet.

  What life for the life of the people shall be given once for all,

  What sorrow shall stay sorrow in the half-burnt Wolfing Hall?

  There is nought shall quench the fire save the tears of the Godfolk’s kin,

  And the heart of the life-delighter, and the life-blood cast therein.”

  Then once again she fell silent, and her eyes closed again, and the slow tears gushed out from them, and she sank down sobbing on the grass, and little by little the storm of grief sank and her head fell back, and she was as one quietly asleep. Then the carline hung over her and kissed her and embraced her; and then through her closed eyes and her slumber did the Hall-Sun see a marvel; for she who was kissing her was young in semblance and unwrinkled, and lovely to look on, with plenteous long hair of the hue of ripe barley, and clad in glistening raiment such as has been woven in no loom on earth.

 

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