[Unwritten Song]
So passed the hours into deep might at Wethermel, and folk went to sleep scarce trowing in the wonders that they had heard and seen. And there were few among them that did not long for the dawn and the daylight, that they might once again cast eyes upon Osberne and his beloved. And hard it were to say which of those twain was the loveliest. But surely about both of them there was then and always a sweet wisdom that never went beyond what was due and meet for the land they lived in or the people with whom they dwelt. So that all round them the folk grew better and not the worser.
Chapter LXVI. The Lip of the Sundering Flood
When it was the morning and the sun shone through the house at Wethermel, those two arose and took each other by the hand, and no word they spake tog
