And they pass 'twixt the wood and the wain-burg within earshot of the horn, But over the windy meadows no sound thereof is borne, And all is well amongst them. To the burg I draw anigh And I see all battle-banners in the breeze of morning fly, But no Wolfings round their banner and no warrior of the Shield, No Geiring and no Hrossing in the burg or on the field."She held her peace for a little while, and no one dared to speak;then she lifted up her head and spake:
"Now I go by the lip of the wild-wood and a sound withal I hear, As of men in the paths of the thicket, and a many drawing anear.
Then, muffled yet by the tree-boles, I hear the Shielding song, And warriors blithe and merry with the battle of the strong.
Give back a little, Markmen, make way for men to pass To your ordered battle-dwelling o'er the trodden meadow-grass, For alive with men is the wild-wood and shineth with the steel, And hath a voice most merry to tell of the Kindreds' weal, 'Twixt each tree a warrior standeth come back from the spear-strewn way, And forth they come from the wild-wood and a little band are they."Then again was she silent; but her head sank not, as of one thinking, as before it did, but she looked straight forward with bright eyes and smiling, as she said:
"Lo, now the guests they are bringing that ye have not seen before;Yet guests but ill-entreated; for they lack their shields of war, No spear in the hand they carry and with no sax are girt.
Lo, these are the dreaded foemen, these once so strong to hurt;The men that all folk fled from, the swift to drive the spoil, The men that fashioned nothing but the trap to make men toil.
They drew the sword in the cities, they came and struck the stroke And smote the shield of the Markmen, and point and edge they broke.
They drew the sword in the war-garth, they swore to bring aback God's gifts from the Markmen houses where the tables never lack.
O Markmen, take the God-gifts that came on their own feet O'er the hills through the Mirkwood thicket the Stone of Tyr to meet!"Again she stayed her song, which had been loud and joyous, and they who heard her knew that the Kindreds had gained the day, and whilst the Hall-Sun was silent they fell to talking of this fair day of battle and the taking of captives. But presently she spread out her hands again and they held their peace, and she said:
"I see, O Wolfing women, and many a thing I see, But not all things, O elders, this eve shall ye learn of me, For another mouth there cometh: the thicket I behold And the Sons of Tyr amidst it, and I see the oak-trees old, And the war-shout ringing round them; and I see the battle-lord Unhelmed amidst of the mighty; and I see his leaping sword;Strokes struck and warriors falling, and the streaks of spears I see, But hereof shall the other tell you who speaketh after me.
For none other than the Shieldings from out the wood have come, And they shift the turn with the Daylings to drive the folk-spear home, And to follow with the Wolfings and thrust the war-beast forth.
And so good men deem the tidings that they bid them journey north On the feet of a Shielding runner, that Gisli hath to name;And west of the water he wendeth by the way that the Wolfings came;Now for sleep he tarries never, and no meat is in his mouth Till the first of the Houses hearkeneth the tidings of the south;Lo, he speaks, and the mead-sea sippeth, and the bread by the way doth eat, And over the Geiring threshold and outward pass his feet;And he breasts the Burg of the Daylings and saith his happy word, And stayeth to drink for a minute of the waves of Battle-ford.
Lone then by the stream he runneth, and wendeth the wild-wood road, And dasheth through the hazels of the Oselings' fair abode, And the Elking women know it, and their hearts are glad once more, And ye--yea, hearken, Wolfings, for his feet are at the door."