Come, I pray you." She stood up then, still looking away from me, and I drew the covering over the still face she gazed at.
"You must leave her, and I know these Saxons will not wrong the dead," said I gently.

"Your father will miss you." "I am keeping you also in danger," she answered bravely.

"I will come." "Loth to go am I," she said, as she gathered her wrappings to her and made ready very quickly, "for it seems hard.

But hard things come to many in time of war." After that she ceased weeping, and was, as I thought, very brave in this trouble, which was indeed great to her.

And when she was clad in outdoor gear, she bent once more over the bed as in farewell, while I turned away to Kolgrim and made ready the horses.