CHAPTER LXIV. 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 together, but went straight to the Sundering Flood, and there they walked slowly and daintily along the very lip thereof; and the day was the crown of all midsummer days, and it seemed to Elfhild that never on the other side had the flowers looked so fair and beautiful. So they went on till they came to the Bight of the Cloven Knoll, and there they looked across awhile and yet said nothing. And Elfhild looked curiously toward that cave wherein Osberne first espied her, and she said: How would it be if there were another one there? He laughed and said: There is not another one. But she said: Dost thou remember that game I played with the shepherd's pipe, how that the sheep came all bundling towards me? Dearly I remember it, said Osberne. Now, she said, I will tell thee a thing. I have got the said pipe in my bosom now. It were good game to have it forth and try whether it has lost its power. He said: Well, try it. She said: Be there sheep about? And there were sheep at no great distance.
