[The House of the Wolfings by William Morris]@TWC D-Link bookThe House of the Wolfings CHAPTER VIII--THE FOLK-MOTE OF THE MARKMEN 3/12
So I doubted nothing, but laid down my bow, and stood upright, and went to him and roused him, and he leapt up, and was wroth. "I said to him, 'Wilt thou be wroth with a brother of the kindred meeting him in unpeopled parts ?' "But he reached out for his weapons; but ere he could handle them I ran in on him so that he gat not his sword, and had scant time to smite at me with a knife which he drew from his waist. "I gave way before him for he was a very big man, and he rushed past me, and I dealt him a blow on the side of the head with my little axe which is called the War-babe, and gave him a great wound: and he fell on the grass, and as it happened that was his bane. "I was sorry that I had slain him, since he was a man of the Goths: albeit otherwise he had slain me, for he was very wroth and dazed with slumber. "He died not for a while; and he bade me fetch him water; and there was a well hard by on the other side of the tree; so I fetched it him in a great shell that I carry, and he drank.
I would have sung the blood-staunching song over him, for I know it well.
But he said, 'It availeth nought: I have enough: what man art thou ?' "I said, 'I am a fosterling of the Hrossings, and my mother was taken in war: my name is Fox.' "Said he; 'O Fox, I have my due at thy hands, for I am a Markman of the Elkings, but a guest of the Burgundians beyond the Great River; and the Romans are their masters and they do their bidding: even so did I who was but their guest: and I a Markman to fight against the Markmen, and all for fear and for gold! And thou an alien-born hast slain their traitor and their dastard! This is my due.
Give me to drink again.' "So did I; and he said; 'Wilt thou do an errand for me to thine own house ?' 'Yea,' said I. "Said he, 'I am a messenger to the garth of the Romans, that I may tell the road to the Mark, and lead them through the thicket; and other guides are coming after me: but not yet for three days or four.
So till they come there will be no man in the Roman garth to know thee that thou art not even I myself.
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