But the woman said, and there seemed to be a mock in her voice: Ill
luck, pretty ladies! Now is there nought for it but to drive, if we
would not drown. But belike this duskiness will clear presently, and
then at least we shall know whither we be going; and we may either turn
back, or seek some other shelter, for I know the lake well; I know, I
know.
We were too terror-stricken to speak, for we felt that still the wind
grew stronger, and the lake began to rise into waves, and the craft to
wallow; but well-nigh therewith was the dusk and the mist gone; the sky
was bright blue overhead, and the westering sun shone cloudless; but on
no land it shone, or on aught save the blue waters and the white
wave-crests.
Then wept Aurea, and this Viridis here, but as to me, I grew wroth and
cried out to the steerer: Accursed carline! thou hast betrayed us;
never now may we get back to our pavilion till the fight is foughten,
and our lovers will deem that we have forsaken them, and we are shamed
for ever. Well, well, said the carline, what remedy save patience for
the winds and waves? And she laughed mockingly. Quoth I: There is this
remedy, that we three arise and lay hands on thee, and cast thee
outboard, save thou straightway turn the boat’s head and back to the
main. Forsooth I doubt not but that as thou hast raised this foul wind
against us, thou canst raise a fair wind for us.
Hearken to the lovely lady! quoth the carline, how she deemeth me to be
none other than the great God himself, to hold the winds in the hollow
of my hand, and still the waves with a word! What! am I wrought
somewhat after his image, kind ladies? And she grinned horribly
therewith. Then she said again: As to thy remedy, sweetling, meseemeth
it nought. For how shall ye sail this stormy water when your captain is
gone, and ye but holiday sailors belike?
As she spake, a great wave came up from the windward, and brake over
us, and half filled the craft, and lifted her bows up towering, and
then down we went into the trough; and I sat cowed and quaking, and
spake never another word.
Now began the sun to sink, and the wind abated, and the sea went down,
but the boat sped on as swift as ever over the landless waters.
Now the sun was down, and dusk was at hand, and the carline spake, and
drew a bright-gleaming sax from under her raiment: Damsels, I warn you
that now it were best that ye obey me in all things; for though ye be
three and I one, yet whereas I have here an edge-friend, I may take the
life of any one of you, or of all three, as simply as I could cut a
lamb’s throat. Moreover it will serve you better in the house whereto
ye are wending, that I make a good tale of you rather than a bad. For
the mistress of that house is of all might; and I must say it of her,
though she is my very sister, yet she is not so sweet-tempered and kind
of heart as I am, but somewhat rough and unyielding of mood, so that it
is best to please her. Wherefore, maidens, I rede you be sage.
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