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
"I sat in the Dale that next day and was happy, though I longed to see
that fair man again: sooth to say, since my mistress was dead,
everything seemed fairer to me, yea even mine own face, as I saw it in
the pools of the stream, though whiles I wondered when I should have
another mistress, and how she would deal with me; and ever I said I
would ask the carline when she came again to me. But all that day she
came not: nor did I marvel thereat. But when seven days passed and
still she came not, I fell to wondering what I should do: for my bread
was all gone, and I durst not go back to the house to fetch meal;
though there was store of it there. Howbeit, I drank of the milk of
the goats, and made curds thereof with the woodland roots, and ate of
the wood-berries like as thou hast done, friend, e'en now. And it was
easier for me to find a livelihood in the woods than it had been for
most folk, so well as I knew them. So wore the days, and she came not,
and I began to think that I should see the wise carline no more, as
indeed fell out at that time; and the days began to hang heavy on my
hands, and I fell to thinking of that way to the west and the peopled
parts, whereof the carline had told me; and whiles I went out of the
Dale and went away hither and thither through the woods, and so far,
that thrice I slept away out of the Dale: but I knew that the peopled
parts would be strange to me and I feared to face them all alone.
"Thus wore the days till July was on the wane, and on a morning early I
awoke with unwonted sounds in mine ears; and when my eyes were fairly
open I saw a man standing over me and a white horse cropping the grass
hard by. And my heart was full and fain, and I sprang to my feet and
showed him a smiling happy face, for I saw at once that it was that
fair man come back again. But lo! his face was pale and worn, though
he looked kindly on me, and he said: 'O my beloved, I have found thee,
but I am faint with hunger and can speak but little.' And even
therewith he sank down on the grass. But I bestirred myself, and gave
him milk of my goats, and curds and berries, and the life came into him
again, and I sat down by him and laid his head in my lap, and he slept
a long while; and when he awoke (and it was towards sunset) he kissed
my hands and my arms, and said to me: 'Fair child, perhaps thou wilt
come with me now; and even if thou art a thrall thou mayest flee with
me; for my horse is strong and fat, though I am weak, for he can make
his dinner on the grass.'
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