Now on a day came a messenger on the spur, and did us to wit that the
king would be with us on the morrow, and that the day after, the
fateful field should be foughten. Then, though the coming of this day
had been so longed for by us, yet now it was at hand it cast us into
all unrest and trouble, so that we scarce knew whether to go, or stand,
or sit, or what to do with our bodies. Our folk, and all other men
withal, were so busy making ready for the morrow of to-morrow, that
they left us alone to wear through the day as we might.
Now it was afternoon, and the day hot and hazy, and we stood on the
very lip of the land wearied with hope and fear, and striving to keep
good countenance to each other; and there came a boat unto the shore
gaily painted and gilded, and bedight with silken cloths and cushions;
and the steerer thereof was a woman, not young, by seeming of fifty
winters; red-haired she was, thin-lipped and narrow-eyed, flat-breasted
and strait-hipped; an ungoodly woman, though her skin was white and
smooth as for her age. Hast thou ever seen such an one, guest? Said
Birdalone, smiling: Forsooth that have I; for such an one is my
mistress to behold.
Well, said Atra, this dame stretched out her hands to us, and said:
Will not the pretty ladies, the dear ladies, who have nought on hand
this afternoon, come into my boat and look on the face of the water, so
calm and fair as it is, and let their lovely hands go over the gunwale
and play with the ripple, and so beguile this heavy time for a two
hours; and then give a little gift of a piece or two of silver to a
poor carline, who loveth all fair ladies and bright warriors, and who
needeth a little livelihood?
Now the woman seemed nought lovely unto us, and to me forsooth she
seemed hateful; but we looked on each other, and we found that we were
utterly weary of going up and down on the meadow, and lying about in
the pavilion, and it seemed as if this would give us a little rest;
withal we saw not that the woman could do us any hurt, whereas we were
three, and strong enough as women go; nor were we mariners so evil but
that we might sail or steer a boat at a pinch. So we stepped into the
boat straightway, and the woman sat aft and paddled deftly with the
steering oar, and we glided away from the land.
Soon we were come so far that we could but just see our pavilion
through the haze, which had somewhat thickened, and we said to the
woman that she should go about and make for the shore, and that then we
would go to and fro a while along by our stead. She nodded yeasay, and
began by seeming to dight the craft for return. But therewith the haze
was grown suddenly into a low cloud, which came down upon us from the
south-west in the arms of a cold breeze, that grew stronger every
minute, so no wonder it was though the steerer might not keep head to
wind; and then who was afraid and ashamed save ourselves?
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