The Well at the World's End: A TaleMorris, William
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The Well at the World's End: A Tale
Morris, William
Fantasy fiction; Quests (Expeditions) -- Fiction
Hand in hand then they went lightly through the hazel copse, and soon
was the wood thick about them, but, as before, the Lady led
unfalteringly through the thicket paths. Now Ralph spake and said: "It
is good that thou lead me whither thou wilt; but this I may say, that
it is clear to me that we are not on the way to the Castle of
Abundance." "Even so," said she; "indeed had I come to thee there, as I
was minded, I should presently have brought thee on the way which we
are wending now, or one nigh to it; and that is that which leadeth to
Hampton under Scaur, and the Fellowship of Champions who dwell on the
rock."
Said Ralph: "It is well; yet will I tell thee the truth, that a little
sojourn in that fair house had liked me better. Fain had I been to see
thee sitting in thine ivory chair in thy chamber of dais with the walls
hung round with thee woven in pictures--wilt thou not tell me in words
the story of those pictures? and also concerning the book which I read,
which was also of thee?"
"Ah," she said, "thou hast read in the book--well, I will tell thee the
story very soon, and that the more since there are matters written
wrong in the book." Therewith she hurried him on, and her feet seemed
never tired, though now, to say sooth, he began to go somewhat heavily.
Then she stayed him, and laughed sweetly in his face, and said: "It is
a long while now since the beginning of the June day, and meseems I
know thy lack, and the slaking of it lieth somewhat nearer than Hampton
under Scaur, which we shall not reach these two days if we go afoot all
the way."
"My lack?" said he; "I lack nought now, that I may not have when I
will." And he put his arms about her shoulders and strained her to his
bosom. But she strove with him, and freed herself and laughed
outright, and said: "Thou art a bold man, and rash, my knight, even
unto me. Yet must I see to it that thou die not of hunger." He said
merrily: "Yea, by St. Nicholas, true it is: a while ago I felt no
hunger, and had forgotten that men eat; for I was troubled with much
longing, and in doubt concerning my life; but now am I free and happy,
and hungry therewithal."
"Look," she said, pointing up to the heavens, "it is now past two hours
after noon; that is nigh two hours since we left the lawn amidst the
hazels, and thou longest to eat, as is but right, so lovely as thou art
and young; and I withal long to tell thee something of that whereof
thou hast asked me; and lastly, it is the hottest of the day, yea, so
hot, that even Diana, the Wood-wife of yore agone, might have fainted
somewhat, if she had been going afoot as we twain have been, and little
is the risk of our resting awhile. And hereby is a place where rest is
good as regards the place, whatever the resters may be; it is a little
aside the straightest way, but meseems we may borrow an hour or so of
our journey, and hope to pay it back ere nightfall. Come, champion!"
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