e Romans had made to the Man's-door of the Hall, there were
the women of the House freshly attired, who cast flowers on the living
men of the host, and on the dead War-dukes, while they wept for pity of
them. So went the freemen of the Houses into the Hall, following the
Hall-Sun, and the bearers of the War-dukes; but the banners abode without
in the garth made by the Romans; and the thralls arrayed a feast for
themselves about the wains of the kindreds in the open place before their
cots and the smithying booths and the byres.

And as the Hall-Sun went into the Hall, she thrust down the candle
against the threshold of the Man's-door, and so quenched it.

Long were the kindreds entering, and when they were under the Roof of the
Wolfings, they looked and beheld Thiodolf set in his chair once more, and
Otter set beside him; and the chiefs and leaders of the House took their
places on the dais, those to whom it was due, and the Hall-Sun sat under
the wondrous Lamp her namesake.

Now was the glooming falling upon the earth; but the Hall was bright
within even as the Hall-Sun had promised. Therein was set forth the
Treasure of the Wolfings; fair cloths were hung on the walls, goodly
broidered garments on the pillars: goodly brazen cauldrons and
fair-carven chests were set down in nooks where men could see them well,
and vessels of gold and silver were set all up and down the tables of the
feast. The pillars also were wreathed with flowers, and flowers hung
garlanded from the walls over the precious hangings; sweet gums and
spices were burning in fair-wrought censers of brass, and so many candles
were alight under the Roof, that scarce had it looked more ablaze when
the Romans had litten the faggots therein for its burning amidst the
hurry of the Morning Battle.

There then they fell to feasting, hallowing in the high-tide of their
return with victory in their hands: and the dead corpses of Thiodolf and
Otter, clad in precious glistering raiment, looked down on them from the
High-seat, and the kindreds worshipped them and were glad; and they drank
the Cup to them before any others, were they Gods or men.

But before the feast was hallowed in, came Ali the son of Grey up to the
High-seat, bearing something in his hand: and lo! it was Throng-plough,
which he had sought all over the field where the Markmen had been
overcome by the Romans, and had found it at last. All men saw him how he
held it in his hand now as he went