So went they forth of the market-place, and the woman led them, the
alien and the ass, out of the street through the west gate of Utterhay,
that, to wit, which looked on Evilshaw, and so into a scattering street
without the wall, the end of which neared a corner of the wood
aforesaid: the houses there were nought so evil of fashion, but whereas
they were so nigh unto the Devil’s Park, rich men might no longer away
with them, and they were become wares for poor folk.
Now the townswoman laid her hand on the latch of the door that was
hers, and threw the door open; then she put forth her palm to the
other, and said: Wilt thou give me the first gold now, since rest is
made sure for thee, as long as thou wilt? The ass-leader put it into
her hand, and she took it and laid it on her baby’s cheek, and then
kissed both gold and child together; then she turned to the alien and
said: As for thy way-beast, I have nought for him, neither hay nor
corn: thou wert best to leave him in the street. The stranger nodded a
yeasay, and the three went in together, the mother, the child, and the
alien.
Not right small was the chamber; but there was little therein; one
stool to wit, a yew-chair, a little table, and a coffer: there was no
fire on the hearth, nought save white ashes of small wood; but it was
June, so that was of no account.
The guest sat down in the yew-chair, and the poor-wife laid her child
down gently on the floor and came and stood before the stranger, as if
abiding her bidding.
Spake the alien: Nought so uncomely or strait is thy chamber; and thy
child, which I see is a woman, and therefore belike shall long abide
with thee, is lovely of shape, and fair of flesh. Now also thou shalt
have better days, as I deem, and I pray them on thine head.
She spake in a kind wheedling voice, and the poor-wife’s face grew
softer, and presently tears fell down on to the table from her, but she
spake no word. The guest now drew forth, not three nobles, but four,
and laid them on the table, and said: Lo, my friend, the three nobles
which I behight thee! now are they thine; but this other thou shalt
take and spend for me. Go up into the town, and buy for me white bread
of the best; and right good flesh, or poulaine if it may be, already
cooked and dight; and, withal, the best wine that thou mayst get, and
sweetmeats for thy baby; and when thou comest back, we will sit
together and dine here. And thereafter, when we be full of meat and
drink, we shall devise something more for thy good speed.
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