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
"Ha!" said the Lord, "and what for, Otter, what for?" "Because he was
somewhat rough-handed, Lord," said Otter. "Then shall we need him and
use him some day. Let him go scot free and do better another bout.
There is thy boon granted for thee, knight; and another day thou mayst
ask something more. And now shall David have a care of thee. And when
we come to Utterbol we shall see what is to be done with thee."
Then Ralph rose up and thanked him, and David came forward, and led him
to his tent. And he was wheedling in his ways to him, as if Ralph were
now become one who might do him great good if so his will were.
But the Lord went back again into the Tower.
As to the Lady, she abode in her pavilion amidst many fears and
desires, till Agatha entered and said: "My Lady, so far all has gone
happily." Said the Lady: "I deemed from the noise and the cry that he
was doing well. But tell me, how did he?" "My Lady," quoth Agatha,
"he knocked our folk about well-favouredly, and seemed to think little
of it."
"And Joyce," said the Lady, "how did she?" "She looked a queen, every
inch of her, and she is tall," said Agatha: "soothly some folk stared
on her, but not many knew of her, since she is but new into our house.
Though it is a matter of course that all save our new-come knight knew
that it was not thou that sat there. And my Lord was well-pleased, and
now he hath taken her by the hand and led her into the Tower."
The Lady reddened and scowled, and said: "And he... did he come anigh
her?" "O yea," said Agatha, "whereas he stood before my Lord a good
while, and then kneeled to him to pray pardon for one of our men who
had done ill in the tilting: yea, he was nigh enough to her to touch
her had he dared, and to smell the fragrance of her raiment. And he
seemed to think it good to look out of the corners of his eyes at her;
though I do not say that she smiled on him." The Lady sprang up, her
cheeks burning, and walked about angrily a while, striving for words,
till at last she said: "When we come home to Utterbol, my lord will
see his new thrall again, and will care for Joyce no whit: then will I
have my will of her; and she shall learn, she, whether I am verily the
least of women at Utterbol! Ha! what sayest thou? Now why wilt thou
stand and smile on me?--Yea, I know what is in thy thought; and in very
sooth it is good that the dear youngling hath not seen this new thrall,
this Ursula. Forsooth, I tell thee that if I durst have her in my
hands I would have a true tale out of her as to why she weareth ever
that pair of beads about her neck."
"Now, our Lady," said Agatha, "thou art marring the fairness of thy
face again. I bid thee be at peace, for all shall be well, and other
than thou deemest. Tell me, then, didst thou get our Lord to swear
immunity for me?" Said the Lady: "Yea, he swore on the edge of the
sword that thou mightest say what thou wouldst, and neither he nor any
other should lay hand on thee."
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