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
"Now I had outgrown my old fear, and not much befell to quicken it: and
ever I was as much out of the house as I could be. But about this time
my mistress, from being kinder to me than before, began to grow harder,
and ofttimes used me cruelly: but of her deeds to me, my friend, thou
shalt ask me no more than I tell thee. On a day of May-tide I fared
abroad with my goats, and went far with them, further from the house
than I had been as yet. The day was the fairest of the year, and I
rejoiced in it, and felt as if some exceeding great good were about to
befall me; and the burden of fears seemed to have fallen from me. So I
went till I came to a little flowery dell, beset with blossoming
whitethorns and with a fair stream running through it; a place somewhat
like to this, save that the stream there was bigger. And the sun was
hot about noontide, so I did off my raiment, which was rough and poor,
and more meet for winter than May-tide, and I entered a pool of the
clear water, and bathed me and sported therein, smelling the sweet
scent of the whitethorns and hearkening to the song of the many birds;
and when I came forth from the water, the air was so soft and sweet to
me, and the flowery grass so kind to my feet, and the May-blooms fell
upon my shoulders, that I was loth to do on my rough raiment hastily,
and withal I looked to see no child of man in that wilderness: so I
sported myself there a long while, and milked a goat and drank of the
milk, and crowned myself with white-thorn and hare-bells; and held the
blossoms in my hand, and felt that I also had some might in me, and
that I should not be a thrall of that sorceress for ever. And that
day, my friend, belike was the spring-tide of the life and the love
that thou holdest in thy kind arms.
"But as I abode thus in that fair place, and had just taken my rock and
spindle in hand that I might go on with my task and give as little
occasion as I might for my mistress to chastise me, I looked up and saw
a child of man coming down the side of the little dale towards me, so I
sprang up, and ran to my raiment and cast them on me hastily, for I was
ashamed; and when I saw that it was a woman, I thought at first that it
was my mistress coming to seek me; and I thought within myself that if
she smote me I would bear it no more, but let it be seen which of the
twain was the mightier. But I looked again and saw that it was not she
but a woman smaller and older. So I stood where I was and abode her
coming, smiling and unafraid, and half-clad.
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