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
The Friend looked at him steadily and spake no word, but a red flush
mounted to her cheeks and brow and changed her face; and he marvelled
thereat; for still he misdoubted that she was a Goddess. But it passed
away in a moment, and she smiled and said:
‘Guest, thou seemest to wonder that I know concerning thee and the Dale
and thy kindred. But now shalt thou wot that I have been in the Dale
once and again, and my brother oftener still; and that I have seen thee
before yesterday.’
‘That is marvellous,’ quoth he, ‘for sure am I that I have not seen
thee.’
‘Yet thou hast seen me,’ she said; ‘yet not altogether as I am now;’ and
therewith she smiled on him friendly.
‘How is this?’ said he; ‘art thou a skin-changer?’
‘Yea, in a fashion,’ she said. ‘Hearken! dost thou perchance remember a
day of last summer when there was a market holden in Burgstead; and there
stood in the way over against the House of the Face a tall old carle who
was trucking deer-skins for diverse gear; and with him was a queen, tall
and dark-skinned, somewhat well-liking, her hair bound up in a white coif
so that none of it could be seen; by the token that she had a large stone
of mountain blue set in silver stuck in the said coif?’
As she spoke she set her hand to her bosom and drew something from it,
and held forth her hand to Gold-mane, and lo amidst the palm the great
blue stone set in silver.
‘Wondrous as a dream is this,’ said Face-of-god, ‘for these twain I
remember well, and what followed.’
She said: ‘I will tell thee that. There came a man of the Shepherd-Folk,
drunk or foolish, or both, who began to chaffer with the big carle; but
ever on the queen were his eyes set, and presently he put forth his hand
to her to clip her, whereon the big carle hove up his fist and smote him,
so that he fell to earth noseling. Then ran the folk together to hale
off the stranger and help the shepherd, and it was like that the stranger
should be mishandled. Then there thrust through the press a young man
with yellow hair and grey eyes, who cried out, “Fellows, let be! The
stranger had the right of it; this is no matter to make a quarrel or a
court case of. Let the market go on! This man and maid are true folk.”
So when the folk heard the young man and his bidding, they forebore and
let the carle and the queen be, and the shepherd went his ways little
hurt. Now then, who was this young man?’
Quoth Gold-mane: ‘It was even I, and meseemeth it was no great deed to
do.’
‘Yea,’ she said, ‘and the big carle was my brother, and the tall queen,
it was myself.’
‘How then,’ said he, ‘for she was as dark-skinned as a dwarf, and thou so
bright and fair?’
She said: ‘Well, if the woods are good for nothing else, yet are they
good for the growing of herbs, and I know the craft of simpling; and with
one of these herbs had I stained my skin and my brother’s also. And it
showed the darker beneath the white coif.’
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