Therewith he drew near to them. He was a very big-made man, most
stalwarth, with dark red hair and a thin pointed beard; his nose was
straight and fine, his eyes grey and well-opened, but somewhat fierce
withal. Yet was he in nowise evil-looking; he seemed some thirty
summers old. He was clad in a short scarlet kirtle, a goodly
garment, with a hood of like web pulled off his head on to his
shoulders: he bore a great gold ring on his left arm, and a collar
of gold came down on to his breast from under his hood.

As for the woman, she was clad in a long white linen smock, and over
it a short gown of dark blue woollen, and she had skin shoes on her
feet.

Now the man came up to Face-of-god, and took his hand and said: 'I
deemed thee a foe, and I may not have over-many foes alive: but it
seems that thou art to be a friend, and that is well and better; so
herewith I handsel thee self-doom in the matter of the onslaught.'

Then Face-of-god laughed and said: 'The doom is soon given forth;
against the tumble on the grass I set the clout on the head; there is
nought left over to pay to any man's son.'

Said the scarlet-clad man: 'Belike by thine eyes thou art a true
man, and wilt not bewray me. Now is there no foeman here, but rather
maybe a friend both now and in time to come.' Therewith he cast his
arms about Face-of-god and kissed him. But Face-of-god turned about
to the woman and said: 'Is the peace wholly made?'

She shook her head and said soberly: 'Nay, thou art too fair for a
woman to kiss.'