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
Said Richard: "I was going to tell thee somewhat which might be worth
thy noting; or might not be worth it: hearken! When I dwelt at
Swevenham over yonder, and was but of eighteen winters, who am now of
three score and eight, three folk of our township, two young men and
one young woman, set out thence to seek the said Well: and much lore
they had concerning it, which they had learned of an old man, a nigh
kinsman of one of them. This ancient carle I had never seen, for he
dwelt in the mountains a way off, and these men were some five years
older than I, so that I was a boy when they were men grown; and such
things I heeded not, but rather sport and play; and above all, I longed
for the play of war and battle. God wot I have had my bellyful of it
since those days! Howbeit I mind me the setting forth of these three.
They had a sumpter-ass with them for their livelihood on the waste; but
they went afoot crowned with flowers, and the pipe and tabour playing
before them, and much people brought them on the way. By St.
Christopher! I can see it all as if it were yesterday. I was sorry of
the departure of the damsel; for though I was a boy I had loved her,
and she had suffered me to kiss her and toy with her; but it was soon
over. Now I call to mind that they had prayed our priest, Sir Cyprian,
to bless them on their departure, but he naysaid them; for he held that
such a quest came of the inspiration of the devils, and was but a
memory of the customs of the ancient gentiles and heathen. But as to
me, I deemed it naught, and was sorry that my white-bosomed,
sweet-breathed friend should walk away from me thus into the clouds."
"What came of it?" said Ralph, "did they come back, or any of them?" "I
wot not," said Richard, "for I was weary of Swevenham after that, so I
girt myself to a sword and laid a spear upon my shoulder and went my
ways to the Castle of the Waste March, sixty miles from Swevenham town,
and the Baron took me in and made me his man: and almost as little
profit were in my telling thee again of my deeds there, as there was in
my doing them: but the grey tower of Swevenham I have never seen again
till this hour."
Said Ralph: "Now then it behoveth me to go to Swevenham straightway:
wilt thou come with me? it seemeth to be but some four miles hence."
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