Then said Welleran to his comrades:  ’Our hands can hold swords no more, our voices cannot be heard, we are stalwart men no longer.  We are but dreams, let us go among dreams.  Go all of you, and thou too, young Iraine, and trouble the dreams of all the men that sleep, and urge them to take the old swords of their grandsires that hang upon the walls, and to gather at the mouth of the ravine; and I will find a leader and make him take my sword.’

Then they passed up over the ramparts and into their dear city.  And the wind blew about, this way and that, as he went, the soul of Welleran who had upon his day withstood the charges of tempestuous armies.  And the souls of his comrades, and with them young Iraine, passed up into the city and troubled the dreams of every man who slept, and to every man the souls said in their dreams:  ’It is hot and still in the city.  Go out now into the desert, into the cool under the mountains, but take with thee the old sword that hangs upon the wall for fear of the desert robbers.’

And the god of that city sent up a fever over it, and the fever brooded over it and the streets were hot; and all that slept awoke from dreaming that it would be cool and pleasant where the breezes came down the ravine out of the mountains; and they took the old swords that their grandsires had, according to their dreams, for fear of the desert robbers.  And in and out of dreams passed the souls of Welleran’s comrades, and with them young Iraine, in great haste as the night wore on; and one by one they troubled the dreams of all Merimna’s men and caused them to arise and go out armed, all save the purple guard who, heedless of danger, sang of Welleran still, for waking men cannot hear the souls of the dead.

But Welleran drifted over the roofs of the city till he came to the form of Rold lying fast asleep.  Now Rold was grown strong and was eighteen years of age, and he was fair of hair and tall like Welleran, and the soul of Welleran hovered over him and went into his dreams as a butterfly flits through trellis-work into a garden of flowers, and the soul of Welleran said to Rold in his dreams:  ’Thou wouldst go and see again the sword of Welleran, the great curved sword of Welleran.  Thou wouldst go and look at it in the night with the moonlight shining upon it.’

And the longing of Rold in his dreams to see the sword caused him to walk still sleeping from his mother’s house to the hall wherein were the trophies of the heroes.  And the soul of Welleran urging the dreams of Rold caused him to pause before the great red cloak, and there the soul said among the dreams:  ’Thou art cold in the night; fling now a cloak around thee.’

And Rold drew round about him the huge red cloak of Welleran.  Then Rold’s dreams took him to the sword, and the soul said to the dreams:  ’Thou hast a longing to hold the sword of Welleran:  take up the sword in thy hand.’

But Rold said:  ‘What should a man do with the sword of Welleran?’