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
‘I am fain to speak to thee and to see thine eyes watching me while I
speak; and now, my friend, I will tell thee something unasked which has
to do with what e’en now thou didst ask me; for I would have thee trust
me wholly, and know me for what I am. Time was I schemed and planned for
this day of betrothal; but now I tell thee it has become no longer
needful for bringing to pass our fellowship in arms with thy people. Yea
yesterday, ere he went on a hunt, whereof he shall tell thee, Folk-might
was against it, in words at least; and yet as one who would have it done
if he might have no part in it. So, in good sooth, this hand that lieth
in thine is the hand of a wilful woman, who desireth a man, and would
keep him for her speech-friend. Now art thou fond and happy; yet bear in
mind that there are deeds to be done, and the troth we have just plighted
must be paid for. So hearken, I bid thee. Dost thou care to know why
the wheedling of thee is no longer needful to us?’
He said: ‘A little while ago I should have said, Yea, If thy lips say the
words. But now, O friend, it seemeth as if thine heart were already
become a part of mine, and I feel as if the chieftain were growing up in
me and the longing for deeds: so I say, Tell me, for I were fain to hear
what toucheth the welfare of thy Folk and their fellowship with my Folk;
for on that also have I set my heart?’
She said gravely and with solemn eyes:
‘What thou sayest is good: full glad am I that I have not plighted my
troth to a mere goodly lad, but rather to a chieftain and a warrior. Now
then hearken! Since I saw thee first in the autumn this hath happened,
that the Dusky Men, increasing both in numbers and insolence, have it in
their hearts to win more than Silver-dale, and it is years since they
have fallen upon Rose-dale and conquered it, rather by murder than by
battle, and made all men thralls there, for feeble were the Folk thereof;
and doubt it not but that they will look into Burgdale before long. They
are already abroad in the woods, and were it not for the fear of the Wolf
they would be thicker therein, and faring wider; for we have slain many
of them, coming upon them unawares; and they know not where we dwell, nor
who we be: so they fear to spread about over-much and pry into unknown
places lest the Wolf howl on them. Yet beware! for they will gather in
numbers that we may not meet, and then will they swarm into the Dale; and
if ye would live your happy life that ye love so well, ye must now fight
for it; and in that battle must ye needs join yourselves to us, that we
may help each other. Herein have ye nought to choose, for now with you
it is no longer a thing to talk of whether ye will help certain strangers
and guests and thereby win some gain to yourselves, but whether ye have
the hearts to fight for yourselves, and the wits to be the fellows of
tall men and stout warriors who have pledged their lives to win or die
for it.’
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