The House of the Wolfings

Whiles in the early Winter eve
We pass amid the gathering night
Some homestead that we had to leave
Years past; and see its candles bright
Shine in the room beside the door
Where we were merry years agone
But now must never enter more,
As still the dark road drives us on.
E’en so the world of men may turn
At even of some hurried day
And see the ancient glimmer burn
Across the waste that hath no way;
Then with that faint light in its eyes
A while I bid it linger near
And nurse in wavering memories
The bitter-sweet of days that were.

Index

CHAPTER I—THE DWELLINGS OF MID-MARK
CHAPTER II—THE FLITTING OF THE WAR-ARROW
CHAPTER III—THIODOLF TALKETH WITH THE WOOD-SUN
CHAPTER IV—THE HOUSE FARETH TO THE WAR
CHAPTER V—CONCERNING THE HALL-SUN
CHAPTER VI—THEY TALK ON THE WAY TO THE FOLK-THING
CHAPTER VII—THEY GATHER TO THE FOLK-MOTE
CHAPTER VIII—THE FOLK-MOTE OF THE MARKMEN
CHAPTER IX—THE ANCIENT MAN OF THE DAYLINGS
CHAPTER X—THAT CARLINE COMETH TO THE ROOF OF THE WOLFINGS
CHAPTER XI—THE HALL-SUN SPEAKETH
CHAPTER XII—TIDINGS OF THE BATTLE IN MIRKWOOD
CHAPTER XIII—THE HALL-SUN SAITH ANOTHER WORD
CHAPTER XIV—THE HALL-SUN IS CAREFUL CONCERNING THE PASSES OF THE WOOD
CHAPTER XV—THEY HEAR TELL OF THE BATTLE ON THE RIDGE
CHAPTER XVI—HOW THE DWARF-WROUGHT HAUBERK WAS BROUGHT AWAY FROM THE HALL OF THE DAYLINGS
CHAPTER XVII—THE WOOD-SUN SPEAKETH WITH THIODOLF
CHAPTER XVIII—TIDINGS BROUGHT TO THE WAIN-BURG
CHAPTER XIX—THOSE MESSENGERS COME TO THIODOLF
CHAPTER XX—OTTER AND HIS FOLK COME INTO MID-MARK
CHAPTER XXI—THEY BICKER ABOUT THE FORD
CHAPTER XXII—OTTER FALLS ON AGAINST HIS WILL
CHAPTER XXIII—THIODOLF MEETETH THE ROMANS IN THE WOLFING MEADOW
CHAPTER XXIV—THE GOTHS ARE OVERTHROWN BY THE ROMANS
CHAPTER XXV—THE HOST OF THE MARKMEN COMETH INTO THE WILD-WOOD
CHAPTER XXVI—THIODOLF TALKETH WITH THE WOOD-SUN
CHAPTER XXVII—THEY WEND TO THE MORNING BATTLE
CHAPTER XXVIII—OF THE STORM OF DAWNING
CHAPTER XXIX—OF THIODOLF’S STORM
CHAPTER XXX—THIODOLF IS BORNE OUT OF THE HALL AND OTTER IS LAID BESIDE HIM
CHAPTER XXXI—OLD ASMUND SPEAKETH OVER THE WAR-DUKES: THE DEAD ARE LAID IN MOUND