Our unhappy hearts were now so sunken in wan-hope, that we had no word
wherewith to answer her, and she spake: Now obey ye my bidding and eat
and drink, that ye may come hale and sound to your journey’s end, for I
would not give starvelings to my dear sister. Therewith she brought
forth victual for us, and that nought evil, of flesh and bread, and
cheese and cakes, and good wine withal; and we were hunger-weary as
well as sorrow-weary; and hunger did at that moment overcome sorrow, so
we ate and drank, and, would we, would we not, something of heart came
back to us thereby. Then again spake the carline: Now my will is that
ye sleep; and ye have cushions and cloths enough to dight you a fair
bed; and this bidding is easy for you to obey. Forsooth, so weary were
we with sorrow, and our hunger was now quenched, that we laid us down
and slept at once, and forgat our troubles.
When we awoke it was after the first dawn, and we were come aland even
where thou didst this morning, guest. And thou mayst deem it wondrous,
but so it was, that close to where our boat took land lay the ferry
which brought thee hither.
Now the carline bade us get ashore, and we did so, and found the land
wondrous fair, little as that solaced us then. But she said unto us:
Hearken! now are ye come home; and long shall ye dwell here, for never
shall ye depart hence save by the will of my sister and me, wherefore,
once more, I rede you be good, for it will be better for you. Go forth
now unto yonder house, and on the way ye shall meet the Queen of this
land, and ye have nought to do but to say to her that ye are the Gift;
and then shall she see to your matter.
Therewith she gat into her own craft, the Sending Boat, and therein did
the deed and spake the words ye wot of, and was gone north-away; and
when we turned to seek for our boat wherein we had come hither, it was
gone.
We stood miserably for a while on the lip of the land, and then I said
that we might as well go meet our fate as die there of grief and
hunger. So we went, and came into those fair gardens, and as we went
slowly up toward the house came on us a woman clad in red scarlet and
grandly dight. A big woman she was, and like to her that beguiled us,
but far younger and fairer of favour, foolish and proud of visage. She
stared on us, and seemed half afeard of us at first, but asked us what
we were, and I answered that we were the Gift. The Gift? said she, what
meaneth that? Will ye obey me in all things? If ye gainsay it, ye will
perish, unless ye can eat grass; for on this isle everything cometh
from my hand.
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