Then comes the lad to her, and takes her hand, and would draw her away,
and speaks to her in his prattle, and she understood him to mean that
she should come with him to see the father. So she went, wondering what
should next betide; and the little maiden went on the other side of
her, holding by a fold of her skirt. Forsooth the goat followed
bleating, not well pleased to be forgotten.
Now had Birdalone time to look about her, though the two babes fell to
prattling with her in their way, and she thought it sweet to look down
on the two little faces that looked up to her so pleased and merry.
She was in a grassy plain, somewhat over rough and broken to be called
a meadow, and not enough be-timbered to be called a wood; it rose up a
little and slowly as they left the water, but scarce so much as one
might call it a hill. Straight before her on the way that they were
going went up into the air great masses of grey stone builded by man’s
hand, but looking, even from this way off, ragged and ruinous. It may
well be thought that Birdalone wondered what things might lie betwixt
the trees and the towers.
Now as they went they came on other goats, who seemed tame, and these
joined them to their fellow, and suffered the younglings to play with
them. Moreover there were rabbits great plenty scuttling in and out of
the brakes and the rough ground upon the way, and the younglings beheld
them, and the little lad said, after his fashion: Why do the rabbits
run away from us, and the goats follow us? Now, sooth to say, Birdalone
scarce knew why, and had no word ready for the child; but she said at
last: Mayhappen they will come to me; so it was once when I dwelt away
from here. Shall I go fetch thee one? The little ones yeasaid that,
though somewhat shyly and doubtfully. Then said Birdalone: Do ye,
sweetlings, abide me here, and go not away. They nodded their heads
thereat, and Birdalone kilted her skirts and went her ways to some
broken bushed ground, where was a many rabbits playing about; but she
went not out of eye-shot of the babes. Before she was well-nigh to the
little beasts, she fell to talking to them in a low sweet voice, as had
been her wont when she was little; and when they heard it, those who
had not scuttled away at first glance of her, fell to creeping little
short creeps one to the other, as their manner is when they be alone
together and merry; and they suffered her to come quite amongst them,
and crept about her feet while she stood, still talking unto them. Then
she stooped down and took up one in her arms and caressed it, and then
laid him down and took up another, and so with three or four of them;
and she fell to pushing them, and rolling them over with her foot; then
she turned a little away from them toward the children, and then a
little more, and the rabbits fell to following her, and she turned and
took up one in her arms, and went straight on toward the children, but
turning and talking to the rabbits now and again.
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