 | CHAPTER XV. THEY HEAR TELL OF THE BATTLE ON THE
RIDGE.
The Collected Works of William Morris
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[“There are men through the dusk a-faring, our speech-friends and our kin]
[Egil.]
“There are men through the dusk a-faring, our speech-friends and our kin,
No more shall they crave our helping, nor ask what work to win;
They have done their deeds and departed when they had holpen the House,
So high their heads are holden, and their hurts are glorious
With the story of strokes stricken, and new weapons to be met,
And new scowling of foes' faces, and new curses unknown yet.
Lo, they dight the feast in Godhome, and fair are the tables spread,
Late come, but well-belovèd is every war-worn head,
And the Godfolk and the Fathers, as these cross the tinkling bridge,
Crowd round and crave for stories of the Battle on the Ridge.”
| CHAPTER XV. THEY HEAR TELL OF THE BATTLE ON THE
RIDGE.
The Collected Works of William Morris
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