In a while she drew off shoon and hosen, and stood in the shallow
ripple, and bathed her hands and face withal, and stooped up-stream and
drank from the hollow of her hands, and so stepped ashore and was waxen
hardier; then she strung her bow and looked to the shafts in her
quiver, and did on her foot-gear, and mounted once more, and so rode a
brisk amble right on into the dale, and was soon come amongst the
Greywethers; and she saw that they were a many, and that all the bottom
of the dale was besprinkled with them on either side of the stream, and
some stood in the very stream itself, the ground whereof was black even
as the rest of the valley, although the water ran over it as clear as
glass.
As for the dale, now she was fairly within it, she could see but a
little way up it, for it winded much, and at first away from her left
hand, and the sides of it went up in somewhat steep screes on either
side, which were topped with mere upright staves and burgs of black
rock; and these were specially big and outthrusting on the right hand
of her; and but a furlong ahead of where she was, one of these burgs
thrust out past the scree and came down sheer into the dale, and
straitened it so much that there was but little way save by the stream
itself, which ran swift indeed, but not deep, even there where it was
straitened by the sheer rocks.
But up the dale would she go, whatever was before her; and now she told
herself her very purpose, as forsooth she scarce had heretofore; to
wit, that she would abide in the dale the night over and see what
should betide, and if those wights should chance to come alive, then
she looked to have valiance enough to face them and crave the
fulfilment of her desire.
So she took the water and rode the stream till she was past the said
sheer rock, and then the valley widened again, and presently was wider
than it was in the beginning; and here again were the Greywethers grown
many more and closer together, and, as she deemed, were set in rings
round about one very big one, which, forsooth, was somewhat in the
shape of a man sitting down with his hands laid on his knees.
Birdalone reined up for a minute, and looked about her, and then went
up on to the grass, and rode straight to the said big stone, and there
lighted down from off her horse again, and stood by the stone and
pondered. Presently she deemed that she saw something dark moving just
beyond the stone, but if it were so, it was gone in a twinkling;
nevertheless she stood affrighted, and stared before her long, and saw
no more, but yet for a while durst not move hand nor foot.
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