Half a sheep or so will do between us, and enough of the strongest to wash it down with.

Smid knows my quantity.' 'Why in heaven's name are you not coming in ?' 'That mob will be trying to burst the gates again before two hours are out; and as some one must stand sentry, it may as well be a man who will not have his ears stopped up by wine and women's kisses.

The boy will stay with me.' So the party went in, leaving Wulf and Philammon alone in the outer hall.
There the two sat for some half hour, casting stealthy glances at each other, and wondering perhaps, each of them vainly enough, what was going on in the opposite brain.

Philammon, though his heart was full of his sister, could not help noticing the air of deep sadness which hung about the scarred and weather-beaten features of the old warrior.

The grimness which he had remarked on their first meeting seemed to be now changed into a settled melancholy.