The Story of the Glittering Plain: Which Has Been Also Called the Land of Living Men or the Acre of the UndyingMorris, William
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The Story of the Glittering Plain: Which Has Been Also Called the Land of Living Men or the Acre of the Undying
Morris, William
Fantasy fiction, English
Then stirred Hallblithe's heart within him and he said: "O Eagle of the
Sea, thou hast thy youth again: what then wilt thou do with it? Wilt
thou not weary for the moonlit main, and the washing of waves and the
dashing of spray, and thy fellows all glistening with the brine? Where
now shall be the alien shores before thee, and the landing for fame, and
departure for the gain of goods? Wilt thou forget the ship's black side,
and the dripping of the windward oars, as the squall falleth on when the
sun hath arisen, and the sail tuggeth hard on the sheet, and the ship
lieth over and the lads shout against the whistle of the wind? Has the
spear fallen from thine hand, and hast thou buried the sword of thy
fathers in the grave from which thy body hath escaped? What art thou, O
Warrior, in the land of the alien and the King? Who shall heed thee or
tell the tale of thy glory, which thou hast covered over with the hand of
a light woman, whom thy kindred knoweth not, and who was not born in a
house wherefrom it hath been appointed thee from of old to take the
pleasure of woman? Whose thrall art thou now, thou lifter of the spoil,
thou scarer of the freeborn? The bidding of what lord or King wilt thou
do, O Chieftain, that thou mayst eat thy meat in the morning and lie soft
in thy bed in the evening?"
"O Warrior of the Ravagers, here stand I, Hallblithe of the Raven, and I
am come into an alien land beset with marvels to seek mine own, and find
that which is dearest to mine heart; to wit, my troth-plight maiden the
Hostage of the Rose, the fair woman who shall lie in my bed, and bear me
children, and stand by me in field and fold, by thwart and gunwale,
before the bow and the spear, by the flickering of the cooking-fire, and
amidst the blaze of the burning hall, and beside the bale-fire of the
warrior of the Raven. O Sea-eagle, my guester amongst the foemen, my
fellow-farer and shipmate, say now once for all whether thou wilt help me
in my quest, or fall off from me as a dastard?"
Again the maidens shrank before his clear and high-raised voice, and they
trembled and grew pale.
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