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
She knitted her brows, and all the merriment went out of her face at that
word, and she answered: ‘Yea, thou hast it; for I have both seen their
thralls and been in the Dale of thralldom; and how then can I do less
than I do? But for thee, I perceive that thou hast been nigh unto our
foes and hast fallen in with their thralls; and that is well; for whatso
tales we had told thee thereof it is like thou wouldst not have trowed
in, as now thou must do, since thou thyself hast seen these poor folk.
But now I will tell thee, Gold-mane, that my soul is sick of these
comings and goings for the slaughter of a few wretches; and I long for
the Great Day of Battle, when it will be seen whether we shall live or
die; and though I laugh and jest, yet doth the wearing of the days wear
me.’
He looked kindly on her and said: ‘I am War-leader of this Folk, and
trust me that the waiting-tide shall not be long; wherefore now, sister,
be merry to-day, for that is but meet and right; and cast aside thy care,
for presently shalt thou behold many new friends. But now meseemeth
overlong have ye been standing before our Gate, and it is time that ye
should see the inside of our Burg and the inside of our House.’
Indeed by this time so many men had come out of the street that the place
before the Gate was all thronged, and from where he stood Face-of-god
could scarce see his father, or Folk-might and the Sun-beam and the
chieftains.
So he took Wood-father by the hand, and close behind him came Wood-wise
and Bow-may, and he cried out for way that he might speak with the
Alderman, and men gave way to them, and he led those new-comers close up
to the gate-seats of the Elders, and as he clove the press smiling and
bright-eyed and happy, all gazed on him; but the Sun-beam, who was
sitting between Iron-face and the Westland Chapman, and who heretofore
had been agaze with eyes beholding little, past whose ears the words went
unheard, and whose mind wandered into thoughts of things unfashioned yet,
when she beheld him close to her again, then, taken unawares, her eyes
caressed him, and she turned as red as a rose, as she felt all the
sweetness of desire go forth from her to meet him. So that, he
perceiving it, his voice was the clearer and sweeter for the inward joy
he felt, as he said:
‘Alderman, meseemeth it is now time that we bring our Guests into the
House of our Fathers; for since they are in warlike array, and we are no
longer living in peace, and I am now War-leader of the Dale, I deem it
but meet that I should have the guesting of them. Moreover, when we are
come into our House, I will bid thee look into thy treasury, that thou
may’st find therein somewhat which it may pleasure us to give to our
Guests.’
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