Chapter 6 No.6

Vaunted then the men their "Star-Child:"

"Peerless soldier, keen-eyed king!

From the girl he weds shall heroes

Worthy war-god's lineage spring.

Know ye not how old enchantment

Saw his storm-born sire appear,

Armed, upon a peak dark-lifted

O'er the snows and glaciers drear?

His the darts divine, whose breaking

Thrice hath some disaster sent,

Shafts that killed and then returning,

Kept his armoury unspent."

"Give us of these arrows. Bring him!"

Cried the maidens. "Nay," they said;

"Come with us and share our hunting

Ere the autumn leaves are shed."