now is the City of the Five Crafts handy to us; because when thou hast
done with us, as I hope it may be long first, then are we others nigh
home, and may all simply wend our way thither.
Birdalone thanked him again full heartily; but therewithal as they rode
along there seemed to stir in her some memory of the earliest of her
days in the witch’s house, and she began to have a longing to betake
her to Utterhay and the skirts of Evilshaw.
CHAPTER II.
OF BIRDALONE AND HER FELLOWSHIP, THEIR FARING OVER THE DOWNLAND.
Thus rode they along and loitered not, though they talked blithely
together; and Birdalone wondered to herself that she might so much as
hold up her head for bitter thoughts of the days and the longings but
late passed away, but so it was, that it was only now and again that
they stung her into despair and silence, and for the most part she
hearkened to the talk of the old man and the lads about the days of
Greenford and the alarms of lifting and unpeace, and the ways of the
chapmen and the craftsmen.
An hour after noon they rested in a little dale of the downland where
was a pool and three thorn-bushes thereby; and when they had lighted
down, the old man knelt before Birdalone and took her hand, and swore
himself her man to do her will, whatso it were; and then he stood up
and bade his sons do likewise; so they two knelt before her in turn,
somewhat shy and abashed, for all that they were such stout, bold
fellows, and found it hard to take her hand, and then when they had it
in theirs, hard to let it go again.
A score of miles and five they rode that day, and had no roof over them
at night save the naked heaven, but to Birdalone that was but little
scathe: they made a shift to have some fire by them, and the three men
sat long about it that even while Birdalone told them somewhat of her
life; and as she told of the House under the Wood and the Great Water,
Gerard had some inkling of whereabouts it was; but was nought so sure,
because, as abovesaid in this tale, seldom did any from the world of
men venture in Evilshaw, or know of the Great Water from its banks that
gave unto the forest.
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