Wore that day and the next, and Birdalone fell to talking with her
women, whereof were five now left; and four of them were young, the
eldest scarce of thirty summers, and the fifth was a woman of sixty,
both wise and kind. All these told her somewhat of their own lives when
she asked them; and some withal told of folk whom they had known or
heard tell of. And well pleased was Birdalone to hear thereof, and
learn more of the ways of the world, and quick-witted she was at the
lesson, so that she needed not to ask many questions.
Furthermore, she took to her broidering again, and fell to doing a
goodly pair of shoon for Atra, since she had worn those borrowed ones
somewhat hardly. And the women wondered at her needlework, so
marvellous fine as it was, and how that in little space of time were
come flowers and trees, and birds and beasts, all lovely; and they said
that the faery must have learned her that craft. But she laughed and
reddened, and thought of the wood-mother; and, sitting there within the
four walls, she longed for the oak-glades, and the wood-lawns, and for
the sight of the beasts that dwelt therein.
Again she fell in with Leonard the priest, and he asked her could she
read in a book, and when she said nay, he offered to teach her that
lore, and she yeasaid that joyously; and thenceforth would she have him
with her every day a good while; and an apt scholar she was, and he no
ill master, and she learned her A B C speedily.
Now it was the ninth day since the Champions were gone, and all that
time she had not been out-a-gates; and after the first two days, had
enforced herself to fill up her time with her work as aforesaid: but
this last day she might do but little, for she could not but take it
for sure that the morrow would be the day of return; nay, even she
deemed that they might come in the night-tide; so that when she went to
bed, though she was weary, she would wake if she might, so that it was
nigh dawn ere she fell asleep.
Some three hours after she woke up, and heard a sound of folk stirring
in the house, and the clashing of weapons; and the heart leapt in her,
and she said: They are come, they are come! Nevertheless she durst not
get out of bed, lest her hope had beguiled her; and she lay awake
another hour, and no tidings came to her; and then she wept herself to
sleep; and when she awoke once more, she found that she must have wept
sleeping, for the pillow beside her face was all wet with the tears.
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