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 while they sat there Face-of-god went from man to man of the Guests,
and made much of each, but especially of Wood-father and his sons and
Bow-may, and they loved him, and praised him, and deemed him the best of
hall-mates. Nor might the Sun-beam altogether refrain her from looking
lovingly on him, and it could be seen of her that she deemed he was doing
well, and like a wise leader and chieftain.
So wore away awhile, and men were fulfilled of meat and drink; so then
the Alderman arose and spake, and said:
‘Is it not so, Guests, that ye would now gladly behold our market, and
the goodly wares which the chapmen have brought us from the Cities?’
Then most men cried out: ‘Yea, yea!’ and Iron-face said:
‘Then shall ye go, nor be holden by me from your pleasure. And ye
kinsmen who are the most guest-fain and the wisest, go ye with our
friends, and make all things easy and happy for them. But first of all,
Guests, I were well pleased if ye would take some small matters out of
our abundance; for it were well that ye see them ere ye stand before the
chapmen’s booths, lest ye chaffer with them for what ye have already.’
They all praised his bounty and thanked him for his goodwill: so he arose
to go to his treasury, and bade certain of his folk go along with him to
bear in the gifts. But ere he had taken three steps down the hall,
Face-of-god prevented him and said:
‘Kinsman, if thou hast anywhere a hauberk somewhat better than folk are
wont to bear, such as thine own hand fashioneth, and a sword of the like
stuff, I would have thee give them, the sword to my brother-in-arms
Wood-wise here, and the war-coat to my sister Bow-may, who shooteth so
well in the bow that none may shoot closer, and very few as close; and
her shaft it was that delivered me when my skull was amongst the axes of
the Dusky Men: else had I not been here.’
Thereat Bow-may reddened and looked down, like a scholar who hath been
over-praised for his learning and diligence; but the Alderman smiled on
her and said:
‘I thank thee, son, that thou hast let me know what these our two friends
may be fain of: and as for this damsel-at-arms, it is a little thing that
thou askest for her, and we might have found her something more worthy of
her goodliness; yet forsooth, since we are all bound for the place where
shafts and staves shall be good cheap, a greater treasure might be of
less avail to her.’
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