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
So he brought Hallblithe to the timber-bower, where he chose for himself
all that he needed of oak-timber of the best; and they loaded the wain
therewith, and gave him what he would moreover of nails and treenails and
other matters; and he thanked them; and they said to him: "Whither now
shall we lead thy timber?"
"Down to the sea-side," quoth he, "nighest to my dwelling."
So did they, and more than a score, men and women, went with him, some in
the wain, and some afoot. Thus they came down to the sea-shore, and laid
the timber on the strand just above high-water mark; and straightway
Hallblithe fell to work shaping him a boat, for well he knew the whole
craft thereof; and the folk looked on wondering, till the tide had ebbed
the little it was wont to ebb, and left the moist sand firm and smooth;
then the women left watching Hallblithe's work, and fell to paddling
barefoot in the clear water, for there was scarce a ripple on the sea;
and the carles came and played with them so that Hallblithe was left
alone a while; for this kind of play was new to that folk, since they
seldom came down to the sea-side. Thereafter they needs must dance
together, and would have had Hallblithe dance with them; and when he
naysaid them because he was fain of his work, in all playfulness they
fell to taking the adze out of his hand, whereat he became somewhat
wroth, and they were afraid and went and had their dance out without him.
By this time the sun was grown very hot, and they came to him again, and
lay down about him and watched his work, for they were weary. And one of
the women, still panting with the dance, spake as she looked on the
loveliness of her limbs, which one of the swains was caressing:
"Brother," said she, "great strokes thou smitest; when wilt thou have
smitten the last of them, and come to our house again?"
"Not for many days, fair sister," said he, without looking up.
"Alas that thou shouldst talk so," said a carle, rising up from the warm
sand; "what shall all thy toil win thee?"
Spake Hallblithe: "Maybe a merry heart, or maybe death."
At that word they all rose up together, and stood huddled together like
sheep that have been driven to the croft-gate, and the shepherd hath left
them for a little and they know not whither to go. Little by little they
got them to the wain and harnessed their beasts thereto, and departed
silently by the way that they had come; but in a little time Hallblithe
heard their laughter and merry speech across the flowery meadows. He
heeded their departure little, but went on working, and worked the sun
down, and on till the stars began to twinkle. Then he went home to his
house in the wood, and slept and dreamed not, and began again on the
morrow with a good heart.
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