they saw the aliens thrust back and edging away towards their
horses, which they had left standing out of bow-shot not far from the
Bight of the Cloven Knoll. The Westdalers were following on, smiting
great strokes, but not so as to be mingled up with them; nor did they
seem as if they would will to hinder them if they should get on their
horses and ride away; and even they did so presently, and the Dalesmen
saw them never again.
Chapter XXXIII. Osberne Seeks Tidings of Elfhild
Now when this stour was all over, and the men of the East Dale were
still standing together (not very triumphantly, because of their
slain) on the east side of the Cloven Knoll, the Westdalers came
toward them treading the field of dead from which the Flood sundered
them. As aforesaid, neither the East nor the West had heretofore been
much wont to resort to that place because of their dread of the Dwarfs
who dwelt in the cave above the whirlpool; but now the passion of
battle, and the sorrow for the dead, and the perplexity of the
harrying had swept all that out of their minds a while. So the chiefs
of the Westdalers stood among the corpses of the aliens on the crown
of the ness where Elfhild was wont to stand, and fell to talking with
their brethren of the East; and the man who took up the word for them
all was Wulfstan of Coldburne, a stead of the lower West Dale. And he
fell to praising the good help which the Eastdalers had given them by
cleaving so manfully to the shot-stour, which he said had been their
deliverance; for delivered they looked to be. "Albeit," says he, "they
whom ye dealt with so manfully, and whom ye have now put to the road,
be not the whole host of them, whereas while one moiety turned aside
to the shooting, the other went on down the Dale and somewhat away
from the Flood; and we left our brethren marching against them, and
must turn presently to their helping lest they be outnumbered by the
strong-thieves. Yea, and already we fear lest these devils have wasted
certain of our steads which would lie on their road, before our folk
might fall in with them. And now give us leave! but we pray that ye
may live hale and happy for the help ye have given us; and thou in
special, Osberne Wulfgrimsson, whom we know, and the tales of thee."
But as he was on the point of turning away, Osberne said in a loud
shrill voice: "Abide, master, and tell me one thing, to wit, the names
of the steads which the thieves have wasted." Said
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