Beltane the Smith
Page 29But the gentle trees ceased mourning over their own coming sorrow in wonder at the sight, and bending their heads together, seemed to whisper one to the other saying: "He is gone, Beltane the Smith is gone!"
But the gentle trees ceased mourning over their own coming sorrow in wonder at the sight, and bending their heads together, seemed to whisper one to the other saying: "He is gone, Beltane the Smith is gone!"