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
‘Kind folk, ye will presently be sleeping; but I bid you keep a good
watch, and if ye will be ruled by me, ye will kindle no fire on the
morrow, for the smoke riseth thick in the morning air, and is as a
beacon. As for me, I shall leave you here to rest, and I myself will
fare on mine errand.’
They bade him sleep and rest him after so many toils and hardships,
saying that they were not tied to an hour to be back in Burgdale; but he
said: ‘Nay, the moon is high, and it is as good as daylight to me, who
could find my way even by starlight; and your tarrying here is nowise
safe. Moreover, if I could find those folk and bring them part of the
way by night and cloud it were well; for if we were taken again, burning
quick would be the best death by which we should die. As for me, now am
I strong with meat and drink and hope; and when I come to Burgdale there
will be time enough for resting and slumber.’
Said Face-of-god: ‘Shall I not wend with thee to see these people and the
lairs wherein they hide?’
The man smiled: ‘Nay, earl,’ said he, ‘that shall not be. For wot ye
what? If they were to see me in company of a man-at-arms they would deem
that I was bringing the foe upon them, and would flee, or mayhappen would
fall upon us. For as for me, when I saw thee, thou wert close anigh me,
so I knew thee to be no Dusky Man; but they would see the glitter of
thine arms from afar, and to them all weaponed men are foemen. Thou,
lord, knowest not the heart of a thrall, nor the fear and doubt that is
in it. Nay, I myself must cast off these clothes that ye have given me,
and fare naked, lest they mistrust me. Only I will take a spear in my
hand, and sling a knife round my neck, if ye will give them to me; for if
the worst happen, I will not be taken alive.’
Therewith he cast off his raiment, and they gave him the weapons and
wished him good speed, and he went his way twixt moonlight and shadow;
but the Burgdalers went to sleep when they had set a watch.
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