Child Christopher and Goldilind the FairMorris, William
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Child Christopher and Goldilind the Fair
Morris, William
Fantasy fiction
"Nay," she said, "tell me, for I would know."
Said he: "The words are not easy in my rude mouth; but this is what
I mean: that though I be young I have seen fair women not a few, but
beside any of them thou art a wonder;....and loth I were if thou wert
not really of mankind, if it were but for the glory of the world."
She hung her head and answered nought a while, and he also seemed
ashamed: but presently she spake: "Thou hast been kind to us, wouldst
thou tell us thy name? and then, if it like thee, what thou art?"
"Lady," he said, "my name is easy to tell, I hight Christopher; and
whiles folk in merry mockery call me Christopher King; meseems because I
am of the least account of all carles. As for what else I am, a woodman
I am, an outlaw, and the friend of them: yet I tell thee I have never
by my will done any harm to any child of man; and those friends of mine,
who are outlaws also, are kind and loving with me, both man and woman,
though needs must they dwell aloof from kings' courts and barons'
halls."
She looked at him wondering, and as if she did not altogether understand
him; and she said: "Where dost thou dwell?"
He said: "To-day I dwell hard by; though where I shall dwell to-morrow,
who knows? And with me are dwelling three of my kind fellows; and the
dearest is a young man of mine own age, who is my fellow in all matters,
for us to live and die each for the other. Couldst thou have seen him,
thou wouldst love him I deem."
"What name hath he?" said Goldilind.
"He hight David," said Christopher.
But therewith he fell silent and knit his brow, as though he were
thinking of some knotty point: but in a while his face cleared, and he
said: "If I durst, I would ask thee thy name, and what thou art?"
"As to my name," said she, "I will not tell it thee as now. As to what I
am, I am a poor prisoner; and much have I been grieved and tormented,
so that my body hath been but a thing whereby I might suffer anguish.
Something else am I, but I may not tell thee what as yet."
He looked on her long, and then arose and went his way along the very
track of their footsteps, and he took the horse and brought him back to
the thorn, and stood by the lady and reddened, and said: "I must tell
thee what I have been doing these last minutes."
"Yea," said she, looking at him wonderingly, "hast thou not been
fetching my horse to me?"
"So it is," said he; "but something else also. Ask me, or I cannot tell
thee."
She laughed, and said: "What else, fair sir?"
Said he: "Ask me what, or I cannot tell thee."
"Well, what, then?" said she.
He answered, stammering and blushing: "I have been looking at thy foot
prints, whereby thou camest up from the water, to see what new and
fairer blossoms have come up in the meadow where thy feet were set e'en
now."
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