Birdalone looked and saw that they were come to the wall of the dale,
and that there it went down sheer to the plain thereof, and that before
them was a cleft that narrowed speedily, and over which the rocks
well-nigh met, so that it was indeed almost a cave. They rode into it
straightway, and when that they had gone but a little, and because it
had winded somewhat, they could but see the main valley as a star of
light behind them, then it narrowed no more, but was as a dismal street
of the straitest, whiles lighter and whiles darker, according as the
rocks roofed it in overhead or drew away from it. Long they rode, and
whiles came trickles of water from out the rocks on one hand or the
other; and now and again they met a stream which covered all the ground
of the pass from side to side for the depth of a foot or more. Great
rocks also were strewn over their path every here and there, so that
whiles must they needs dismount and toil afoot over the rugged stones;
and in most places the way was toilsome and difficult. The knight spake
little to Birdalone, save to tell her of the way, and warn her where it
was perilous; and she, for her part, was silent, partly for fear of the
strange man, or, it might be, even for hatred of him, who had thus
brought her into such sore trouble, and partly for grief. For, with all
torment of sorrow, she kept turning over and over in her mind whether
her friends had yet come home to the Castle of the Quest, and whether
they would go seek her to deliver her. And such shame took hold of her
when she thought of their grief and confusion of soul when they should
come home and find her gone, that she set her mind to asking if it had
not been better had she never met them. Yet in good sooth her mind
would not shape the thought, howsoever she bade it.
CHAPTER XIII.
NOW THEY REST FOR THE NIGHT IN THE STRAIT PASS.
At last, when they had been going a long while, it might be some six
hours, and it had long been night in the world without, but moon-lit,
and they had rested but seldom, and then but for short whiles, the
knight drew rein and spake to Birdalone, and asked her was she not
weary. O yea, she said; I was at point to pray thee suffer me to get
off and lie down on the bare rock. To say sooth, I am now too weary to
think of any peril, or what thou art, or whither we be going. He said:
By my deeming we be now half through this mountain highway, and belike
there is little peril in our resting; for I think not that any one of
them knoweth of this pass, or would dare it if he did; and they
doubtless came into the dale by the upper pass, which is strait enough,
but light and open.
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