And that very night did they go and kiss Wyborga; and she smiled and folded her hands, and said—
"I did but tarry for this, my children. Now all my task is done, and I go to my Lord; and may He guide you all the way and bring you to Himself at the end."
So said Wyborga the Wise, and she turned on her couch to sleep; and when they came to waken her in the morning, lo, she lay in the majesty of death; and the old wrinkled face seemed to have grown younger, and the silver locks lay smooth on either cheek, and her face was as the dignified face of majesty, yet gentle and gracious as a holy saint.
And they wept for Wyborga, those three who had most cause to think of her; but Alfred the Bretwalda said softly—
"Weep not for her, for she has looked in the face of her Lord, and behold, she has life, and youth, and immortality forever."
Now, this is how Wulnoth and Edgiva were united, and this is how the Wise Wyborga went to her Lord when her work was accomplished.
CHAPTER XXVII
Skoal!
