And that might be his sister! He hid his face and fled, and the gate shut out the revellers from his eyes; and it is high time that it should shut them out from ours also.
Some four hours more had passed.

The revellers were sleeping off their wine, and the moon shining bright and cold across the court, when Wulf came out, carrying a heavy jar of wine, followed by Smid, a goblet in each hand.
'Here, comrade, out into the middle, to catch a breath of night-air.

Are all the fools asleep ?' 'Every mother's son of them.

Ah! this is refreshing after that room.
What a pity it is that all men are not born with heads like ours!' 'Very sad indeed,' said Wulf, filling his goblet.
'What a quantity of pleasure they lose in this life! There they are, snoring like hogs.

Now, you and I are good to finish this jar, at least.' 'And another after it, if our talk is not over by that time.' 'Why, are you going to hold a council of war ?' 'That is as you take it.