Then waxed Walter wood-wroth, and cast down his bow and drew his sword, and strode forward towards the bent against the Dwarf.

But he roared out again, and there were words in his roar, and he said "Fool! thou shalt go free if thou wilt give up the Enemy." "And who," said Walter, "is the Enemy ?" Yelled the Dwarf: "She, the pink and white thing lying there; she is not dead yet; she is but dying for fear of me.

Yea, she hath reason! I could have set the shaft in her heart as easily as scratching her arm; but I need her body alive, that I may wreak me on her." "What wilt thou do with her ?" said Walter; for now he had heard that the Maid was not slain he had waxed wary again, and stood watching his chance.
The Dwarf yelled so at his last word, that no word came from the noise a while, and then he said: "What will I with her?
Let me at her, and stand by and look on, and then shalt thou have a strange tale to carry off with thee.

For I will let thee go this while." Said Walter: "But what need to wreak thee?
What hath she done to thee ?" "What need! what need!" roared the Dwarf; "have I not told thee that she is the Enemy?
And thou askest of what she hath done! of what! Fool, she is the murderer! she hath slain the Lady that was our Lady, and that made us; she whom all we worshipped and adored.

O impudent fool!" Therewith he nocked and loosed another arrow, which would have smitten Walter in the face, but that he lowered his head in the very nick of time; then with a great shout he rushed up the bent, and was on the Dwarf before he could get his sword out, and leaping aloft dealt the creature a stroke amidmost of the crown; and so mightily be smote, that he drave the heavy sword right through to the teeth, so that he fell dead straightway.
Walter stood over him a minute, and when be saw that he moved not, he went slowly down to the stream, whereby the Maid yet lay cowering down and quivering all over, and covering her face with her hands.