pair.

But how was it when a light began to beam from his companion,
before which the torch in his left hand lost all its
brightness? Hardly dared he, in sweet and trembling hope, to
raise his eyes to the lady; and when at last he ventured, all
his boldest wishes and longings were fulfilled. Adorned with
a radiant bridal crown of emeralds, Aslauga moved in solemn
loveliness beside him, and beamed on him from amid the sunny
light of her golden hair, blessing him with her heavenly
countenance. The amazed spectators could not withdraw their
eyes from the mysterious pair--the knight in his light silver
mail, with the torch raised on high in his hand, earnest and
joyful, moving with a measured step, as if engaged in a
ceremony of deep and mysterious meaning. His lady beside him,
rather floating than dancing, beaming light from her golden
hair, so that you would have thought the day was shining into
the night; and when a look could reach through all the
surrounding splendour to her face, rejoicing heart and sense
with the unspeakably sweet smile of her eyes and lips.

Near the end of the dance she inclined towards Froda, and
whispered to him with an air of tender confidence, and with
the last sound of the horns and hautboys she had disappeared.

The most curious spectator dared not question Froda about his
partner. Hildegardis did not seem to have been conscious of
her presence, but shortly before the end of the festival
Edwald approached his friend, and asked in a whisper, "Was
it?"