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
As for the Lady she abode in her pavilion, and whiles lay in a heap on
the floor weeping, or dull and blind with grief; whiles she walked up
and down mad wroth with whomsoever came in her way, even to the dealing
out of stripes and blows to her women.
But on the eve before the day of departure Agatha came into her, and
chid her, and bade her be merry: "I have seen the Lord and told him
what I would, and found it no hard matter to get him to yeasay our
plot, which were hard to carry out without his goodwill. Withal the
seed that I have sowed two days or more ago is bearing fruit; so that
thou mayst look to it that whatsoever plight we may be in, we shall
find a deliverer."
"I wot not thy meaning," quoth the Lady, "but I deem thou wilt now tell
me what thou art planning, and give me some hope, lest I lay hands on
myself."
Then Agatha told her without tarrying what she was about doing for her,
the tale of which will be seen hereafter; and when she had done, the
Lady mended her cheer, and bade bring meat and drink, and was once more
like a great and proud Lady.
On the morn of departure, when Ralph arose, David came to him and said:
"My Lord is astir already, and would see thee for thy good." So Ralph
went with David, who brought him to the Tower, and there they found the
Lord sitting in a window, and Otter stood before him, and some others
of his highest folk. But beside him sat Joyce, and it seemed that he
thought it naught but good to hold her hand and play with the fingers
thereof, though all those great men were by; and Ralph had no thought
of her but that she was the Queen.
So Ralph made obeisance to the Lord and stood awaiting his word; and
the Lord said: "We have been thinking of thee, young man, and have
deemed thy lot to be somewhat of the hardest, if thou must needs be a
thrall, since thou art both young and well-born, and so good a man of
thine hands. Now, wilt thou be our man at Utterbol?"
Ralph delayed his answer a space and looked at Otter, who seemed to him
to frame a Yea with his lips, as who should say, take it. So he said:
"Lord, thou art good to me, yet mayst thou be better if thou wilt."
"Yea, man!" said the Lord knitting his brows; "What shall it be? say
thy say, and be done with it."
"Lord," said Ralph, "I pray thee to give me my choice, whether I shall
go with thee to Utterbol or forbear going?"
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