d would take all to him,
and put all of us to the road or hold us in thraldom." She said "But
tell me, how didst thou slay him? Was he drunk or asleep?" "Nay," said
he, "I was champion for my grandsire, and the robber had a sword in
his fist, and I another and we fought, and I overcame him." Said the
maiden: "But was he mannikin or a dastard, or unskilled in weapons?"
Spake Osberne, reddening: "He was a stark carle, a bold man, and was
said to be of all prowess."

She said nothing a while, but stood pale and downcast. And he said:
"What is this, playmate? I looked to have much praise from thee for my
deed. Dost thou know that this man was as the pest to all the
country-side, and that I have freed men of peace from a curse?" "Be
not wrath with me, Osberne," she said, "indeed I am somewhat downcast;
for I see that now thou wilt be no playmate for me, but wilt be a man
before thy time, and wilt be looking towards such things as men
desire; and that tall maidens come to womanhood will be for thee, not
quaint rags of children such as I be."

"Now, Elfhild," said he, "why wilt thou run to meet trouble half way?
Am I worser to thee than I was last time?" "Nay," she said, "and
indeed I deem thee glorious, and it is kind and kind of thee to come
to me ever, and not to miss one of our trysts."

"Now thou art dear," said Osberne; "and wilt thou do something for my
disport? wilt thou pipe thy sheep to thee?"

"Nay," said she, "I will not; I will not skip like an antic, and show
thee my poor little spindle legs. If I were a woman grown I should
scarce show so much as the ankle of my foot. Besides, thou laughest at
my hopping and jumping amongst these foolish woolly beasts, and I
would not have thee laughing at me."

"Elfhild my dear," said he, "thou art wrong. When I have laughed, it
was never in mockery of thee, but for pleasure of thy pretty ways and
the daintiness of thy dancing, which is like to the linden leaves on a
fresh summer morning."

"But how am I to know that?" she said. "Well, at any rate, ask me not
to dance today. But I will sit down and tell thee a very sweet tale of
old times, which thou hast never erst heard. It is about the sea and
ships, and of a sea-wife coming into the dwellings of men." Quoth
Osberne, "I were fain to look on the sea and to sail it." "Yea," said
Elfhild, "but thou wilt take me with thee, wilt thou not?" "O yea,"
said Osberne. And they both forgat the Sundering Flood, and how they
shoul