So they went their ways and came into the pleasance, and trod the sweet
greensward betwixt the garland flowers and the beauteous trees; which
now indeed, though Birdalone saw them all clear and over-clear, were
become nought to her. Those three also spake gently to her, and now and
then asked her somewhat, as if to show her that she was one of
themselves; but she spake not, or answered at random, and to say sooth
scarce heard their words: forsooth she was now become heart-sick, and
was half dead for fear; and her nakedness, which would have troubled
her little across the water, was now grown a shame and a terror unto
her, and every deal of her body quivered with the anguish thereof.
CHAPTER III.
BIRDALONE IS BROUGHT BEFORE THE WITCH-WIFE’S SISTER.
So came they at last to the very house, and whereas it stood high on
the bent, a great stair or perron of stone went up to it, and was of
much majesty. They went through the porch, which was pillared and
lovely, and into a great hall most nobly builded, and at the other end
thereof, on a golden throne raised upon a dais, sat a big woman clad in
red scarlet. The three damsels led Birdalone to some four paces of the
great lady, and then stood away from her, and left her standing there
alone, the scarlet-clad woman before her; on the right and the left the
tall pillars going up gleaming toward the roof, and about her feet the
dark polished pavement, with the wallowing of strange beasts and great
serpents and dragons all done on the coal-blue ground.
When she was so left alone, at first she tottered, and went nigh to
falling; but then came back some little heart to her, as she said to
herself that now she should verily die once for all, and that no long
while would be the passing from life into death. She looked up and
beheld the lady-witch, that she was somewhat like to her sister,
white-skinned and of plenteous golden-hair as was she, but younger of
aspect, and nowise so ill-looked as that other had now become; for
somewhat well-shapen of body she was; but her face forbidding; her
lower lip thrust out, her cheeks flaggy and drooping, her eyes little
more than half open; to be short, a face both proud, foolish, and
cruel; terrible indeed, sitting in judgment in that place on a
shrinking naked creature.
Now she spake; and if there were no majesty or solemnity in the voice,
there was ugly glee and malice therein; but she said to those damsels:
Is this the woman that my keen eyes beheld come aland from my sister’s
Sending Boat e’en now? Aurea knelt on one knee, and said: Yea, so
please you, my lady.
Then said the witch: Ho thou! Wilt thou plead some errand hither from
my sister? Dost thou deem me so witless as not to know that if she had
sent thee hither thou wouldst not have come in this plight? Nay, I
know; thou hast stolen thyself from her: thou art a thief, and as a
thief shalt thou be dealt with.
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