The Roots of the Mountains: Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale, Their Friends, Their Neighbours, Their Foemen, and Their Fellows in ArmsMorris, William
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The Roots of the Mountains: Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale, Their Friends, Their Neighbours, Their Foemen, and Their Fellows in Arms
Morris, William
Fantasy fiction
But when they came back to the woman to tend her, she breathed her last
in their hands: she was a young and fair woman, black-haired and
dark-eyed. She had on her body a gown of rich web, but nought else: she
had been bruised and sore mishandled, and the Burgdale carles wept for
pity of her, and for wrath, as they straightened her limbs on the turf of
the little valley. They let her lie there a little, whilst they searched
round about, lest there should be any other poor soul needing their help,
or any felon lurking thereby; but they found nought else save a bundle
wherein was another rich gown and divers woman’s gear, and sundry rings
and jewels, and therewithal the weapons and war-gear of a knight,
delicately wrought after the Westland fashion: these seemed to them to
betoken other foul deeds of these murder-carles. So when they had abided
a while, they laid the dead woman in mould by the brook-side, and buried
with her the other woman’s attire and the knight’s gear, all but his
sword and shield, which they had away with them: then they cast the
carcasses of the felons into the brake, but brought away their weapons
and the silver rings from their arms, which they wore like all the others
of them whom they had fallen in with; and so went on their way to the
north-east, full of wrath against those dastards of the Earth.
It was hard on sunset when they left the valley of murder, and they went
no long way thence before they must needs make stay for the night; and
when they had arrayed their sleeping-stead the moon was up, and they saw
that before them lay the close wood again, for they had made their lair
on the top of a little ridge.
There then they lay, and nought stirred them in the night, and betimes on
the morrow they were afoot, and entered the abovesaid thicket, wherein
two of them, keen hunters, had been aforetime, but had not gone deep into
it. Through this wood they went all day toward the north-east, and met
nought but the wild things therein. At last, when it was near sunset,
they came out of the thicket into a small plain, or shallow dale rather,
with no great trees in it, but thorn-brakes here and there where the
ground sank into hollows; a little river ran through the midst of it, and
winded round about a height whose face toward the river went down sheer
into the water, but away from it sank down in a long slope to where the
thick wood began again: and this height or burg looked well-nigh west.
Thitherward they went; but as they were drawing nigh to the river, and
were on the top of a bent above a bushy hollow between them and the
water, they espied a man standing in the river near the bank, who saw
them not, because he was stooping down intent on something in the bank or
under it: so they gat them speedily down into the hollow without noise,
that they might get some tidings of the man.
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