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
They had both risen up as she spake, and now he put forth his hands to
her and took her in his arms, wondering the while, as he drew her to him,
how much slenderer and smaller and weaker she seemed in his embrace than
he had thought of her; and when their lips met, he felt that she kissed
him as he her. Then he held her by the shoulders at arms’ length from
him, and beheld her face how her eyes were closed and her lips quivering.
But before him, in a moment of time, passed a picture of the life to be
in the fair Dale, and all she would give him there, and the days good and
lovely from morn to eve and eve to morn; and though in that moment it was
hard for him to speak, at last he spoke in a voice hoarse at first, and
said:
‘Thou sayest sooth, O friend; we will not die, but live; I will not drag
our deaths upon us both, nor put a sword in the hands of Folk-might, who
loves me not.’
Then he kissed her on the brow and said: ‘Now shalt thou take me by the
hand and lead me forth from the Hall. For the day is waxing old, and
here meseemeth in this dim hall there are words crossing in the air about
us—words spoken in days long ago, and tales of old time, that keep egging
me on to do my will and die, because that is all that the world hath for
a valiant man; and to such words I would not hearken, for in this hour I
have no will to die, nor can I think of death.’
She took his hand and led him forth without more words, and they went
hand in hand and paced slowly round the Doom-ring, the light air
breathing upon them till their faces were as calm and quiet as their wont
was, and hers especially as bright and happy as when he had first seen
her that day.
The sun was sinking now, and only sent one golden ray into the valley
through a cleft in the western rock-wall, but the sky overhead was bright
and clear; from the meadows came the sound of the lowing of kine and the
voices of children a-sporting, and it seemed to Gold-mane that they were
drawing nigher, both the children and the kine, and somewhat he begrudged
it that he should not be alone with the Friend.
Now when they had made half the circuit of the Doom-ring, the Sun-beam
stopped him, and then led him through the Ring of Stones, and brought him
up to the altar which was amidst of it; and the altar was a great black
stone hewn smooth and clean, and with the image of the Wolf carven on the
front thereof; and on its face lay the gold ring which the priest or
captain of the Folk bore on his arm between the God and the people at all
folk-motes.
So she said: ‘This is the altar of the God of Earth, and often hath it
been reddened by mighty men; and thereon lieth the Ring of the Sons of
the Wolf; and now it were well that we swore troth on that ring before my
brother cometh; for now will he soon be here.’
Then Gold-mane took the Ring and thrust his right hand through it, and
took her right hand in his; so that the Ring lay on both their hands, and
therewith he spake aloud:
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