XVIII.
"Since thou shrivest my brother, fair mother," said she "I count on thy priesthood for marrying of me, And I know by the hills that the battle is done. That my lover rides on, will be here with the sun, 'Neath the eyes that behold thee."
"Since thou shrivest my brother, fair mother," said she "I count on thy priesthood for marrying of me, And I know by the hills that the battle is done. That my lover rides on, will be here with the sun, 'Neath the eyes that behold thee."