n familiar to Osberne ere he left the Dale for warfare. It was
growing late now, and the twilight was creeping up under a cloudless
sky, when those folk saw newcomers wending the lane betwixt the
outbowers, and making straight for the house-porch. They were but
three, and as they drew nigh it could be seen that they were hooded
and cloaked despite the warm night; and one was tall and seemed a
stalwarth man, and another was jimp and went daintily, as if it were a
young woman, and the third, who forsooth had her face but little
hidden, seemed a carline of some three score years and ten.

None of the folk stirred save Stephen the Eater, who rose up as if to
welcome the guests; and the tall man spake in a strange high voice
that seemed as if it came from the back of his head: "May we three
wayfarers be here tonight? For we saw this stead from afar, and it
seemed a plenteous house, and we deem it guest-kind." Quoth Stephen:
"A free and fair welcome to you; ye shall eat of our dish, and drink
of our cup, and lie as the best of us do. Ho, ye folk! now were we
best within doors; for our guests shall be both weary and hungry
belike."

So into the hall they wended, and the three were shown to a good place
amidmost thereof, so that all might see them; and there they sat, the
tall man innnermost, nighest to the dais, the young woman by him and
the carline outermost. Then came in the meat, which was both plenteous
and good, and when all were fulfilled the drink was brought in, and
the tall man arose and called a health on Wethermel, and that it might
thrive ever. But some men thought that, as he lifted his hand to put
the cup to his lips, a gleam of something bright came from under his
wayfarer's cloak. And Stephen the Eater called a health on the
wayfarers; and then one drank to one thing, one to another, and men
waxed merry and gleeful.

But at last rose up Stephen the Eater and spake: "Meat and drink and
lodging is free without price to every comer to Wethermel, and most
oft, as here it is, our good will goes with it; yet meseemeth that
since these friends of ours come belike from the outlands and
countries where is more tidings than mostly befalleth here, it might
please them to make us their debtors by saying us some lay, or telling
us some tale; for we be not bustled to drink the voidee cup now, these
nights of Midsummer, when night and day hold each other's hands
throughout the twenty-four hours."

Then rose up the tall,