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 was she silent a while, and Ralph brake not the silence. Then she
turned to him with a face grown merry and smiling, and said: "Lo! how
the poor lad yearneth for meat, as well he may, so long as the day hath
been. Ah, beloved, thou must be patient a little. For belike our
servants have not yet heard of the wedding of us. So we twain must
feed each the other. Is that so much amiss?"
He laughed in her face for love, and took her by the wrist, but she
drew her hand away and went into the cave, and came forth anon holding
a copper kettle with an iron bow, and a bag of meal, which she laid at
his feet; then she went into the cave again, and brought forth a flask
of wine and a beaker; then she caught up the little cauldron, which was
well-beaten, and thin and light, and ran down to the stream therewith,
and came up thence presently, bearing it full of water on her head,
going as straight and stately as the spear is seen on a day of tourney,
moving over the barriers that hide the knight, before he lays it in the
rest. She came up to him and set the water-kettle before him, and put
her hands on his shoulders, and kissed his cheek, and then stepped back
from him and smote her palms together, and said: "Yea, it is well! But
there are yet more things to do before we rest. There is the dighting
of the chamber, and the gathering of wood for the fire, and the mixing
of the meal, and the kneading and the baking of cakes; and all that is
my work, and there is the bringing of the quarry for the roast, and
that is thine."
Then she ran into the cave and brought forth a bow and a quiver of
arrows, and said: "Art thou somewhat of an archer?" Quoth he: "I
shoot not ill." "And I," she said, "shoot well, all woodcraft comes
handy to me. But this eve I must trust to thy skill for my supper. Go
swiftly and come back speedily. Do off thine hauberk, and beat the
bushes down in the valley, and bring me some small deer, as roe or hare
or coney. And wash thee in the pool below the stepping-stones, as I
shall do whiles thou art away, and by then thou comest back, all shall
be ready, save the roasting of the venison."
So he did off his wargear, but thereafter tarried a little, looking at
her, and she said: "What aileth thee not to go? the hunt's up." He
said: "I would first go see the rock-hall that is for our chamber
to-night; wilt thou not bring me in thither?" "Nay," she said, "for I
must be busy about many matters; but thou mayst go by thyself, if thou
wilt."
So he went and stooped down and entered the cave, and found it high and
wide within, and clean and fresh and well-smelling, and the floor of
fine white sand without a stain.
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