Child Christopher and Goldilind the FairMorris, William
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Child Christopher and Goldilind the Fair
Morris, William
Fantasy fiction
Sithence, I soon came to know
that the man was the lord and governor of the Castle, as ye may well
wot; but to this hour I know not what he meant by threatening my nurse."
Said Jack: "And how old art thou now, Christopher mine?"
Said the youngling, laughing: "By my lord the Castellan's reckoning I am
twenty and two years; but if thou wilt trow my good and kind nurse, that
yet liveth a kind dame, thou must take twelve months off the tale."
Jack sat silent a little; then he laughed and said: "Well, thou art a
mickle babe, Christopher, and it may be that one day many a man shall
know it. But now tell me again; thou hadst said to me before that thou
hast known neither father nor mother, brother nor sisters: is it so,
verily?"
Said Christopher: "Never a kinsman of blood have I, though many
well-wishers."
Said Jack: "Well, now hast thou father and mother, brethren and sisters,
though they be of the sort of man-slayers and strong-thieves and
outlaws; yet they love thee, lad, and thou mayst one day find out how
far thou mayst trust them."
Christopher nodded and smiled at him merrily; then he fell silent
awhile, and the outlaw sat looking on him; at last he said suddenly:
"Foster-father, tell me what I am, and of what kindred, I pray thee;
for, methinks, thou knowest thereof; and what wonder, wise man as thou
art."
"Forsooth, son Christopher, I have a deeming thereof, or somewhat more,
and when it is waxen greater yet, I will tell it thee one day, but not
now. But hearken! for I have other tidings for thee. Thou art now whole
and strong, and in a few days thou mayst wend the wild-wood as stoutly
as e'er a one of us. Now, therefore, how sayest thou, if I bid thee fare
a two days' journey with David and Gilbert thy brethren, and thy sister
Joanna, till they bring thee to a fair little stead which I call mine
own, to dwell there awhile? For, meseemeth, lad, that the air of the
Tofts here may not be overwholesome unto thee."
Christopher reddened, and he half rose up, and said: "What is this,
foster-father? Is it that there shall be battle at the Tofts, and that
thou wouldst have me away thence? Am I then such a weakling?"
Said Jack, laughing: "Be still now, thou sticked one. The Tofts go down
to battle at some whiles; but seldom comet battle to the Tofts; and no
battle do I look for now. But do my bidding, sweet fosterling, and it
will be better for me and better for thee, and may, perchance, put off
battle for awhile; which to me as now were not unhandy. If thou wilt
but abide at Littledale for somewhile, there shall be going and coming
betwixt us, and thou shalt drink thy Yule at the Tofts, and go back
afterwards, and ever shalt thou have thy sweet fellows with thee; so be
wise, since thou goest not perforce."
"Yea, yea," said Christopher, laughing; "thou puttest force on no man,
is it not so, foster-father? Wherefore I will go, and uncompelled."
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