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
"Then he laughed and I no less; but I fed him with my poor victual
again, and as he ate I said: 'I am no mistress's thrall now; for the
evening of the day whereon I saw thee I slew her, else had she slain
me.' 'The saints be praised,' said he: 'Thou wilt come with me, then?'
'O yea,' said I. Then I felt shamefaced and I reddened; but I said: 'I
have abided here many days for a wise woman who hath taught me many
things; but withal I hoped that thou wouldst come also.'
"Then he put his arms about my shoulders and loved me much; but at last
he said: 'Yet is it now another thing than that which I looked for,
when I talked of setting thee by me on the golden throne. For now am I
a beaten man; I have failed of that I sought, and suffered shame and
hunger and many ills. Yet ever I thought that I might find thee here
or hereby.' Then a thought came into my mind, and I said: 'Else maybe
thou hadst found what thou soughtest, and overcome the evil things.'
'Maybe,' he said; 'it is now but a little matter.'"
"As for me, I could have no guess at what were the better things he had
meant for me, and my heart was full of joy, and all seemed better than
well. And we talked together long till the day was gone. Then we
kissed and embraced each other in the Dale of Lore, and the darkness of
summer seemed but short for our delight."
CHAPTER 6
The Lady Tells Somewhat of Her Doings After She Left the Wilderness
Ralph stayed her speech now, and said: "When I asked of thee in the
Land of Abundance, there were some who seemed to say that thou hast let
more men love thee than one: and it was a torment to me to think that
even so it might be. But now when thine own mouth telleth me of one of
them it irks me little. Dost thou think it little-hearted in me?"
"O friend," she said, "I see that so it is with thee that thou wouldst
find due cause for loving me, whatever thou foundest true of me. Or
dost thou deem that I was another woman in those days? Nay, I was not:
I can see myself still myself all along the way I have gone." She was
silent a little, and then she said: "Fear not, I will give thee much
cause to love me. But now I know thy mind the better, I shall tell
thee less of what befell me after I left the wilderness; for whatever I
did and whatever I endured, still it was always I myself that was
there, and it is me that thou lovest. Moreover, my life in the
wilderness is a stranger thing to tell thee of than my dealings with
the folk, and with Kings and Barons and Knights. But thereafter thou
shalt hear of me what tales thou wilt of these matters, as the days and
the years pass over our heads.
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