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
"The report of folk goeth," said Otter, "concerning one token, where is
the road and the pass through the Great Mountains, to wit, that on the
black rock thereby is carven the image of a Fighting Man, or monstrous
giant, of the days long gone by. Of other signs I can tell thee
naught; and few of men are alive that can. But there is a Sage
dwelleth in the wood under the mountains to whom folk seek for his
diverse lore; and he, if he will, say men, can set forth all the way,
and its perils, and how to escape them. Well, knight, when the time
comes, thou and I will go find him together, for he at least is not
hard to find, and if he be gracious to us, then will we on our quest.
But as now, see ye, they have struck our tents and the Queen's pavilion
also; so to horse, is the word."
"Yea," quoth Ralph, looking curiously toward the place where the
Queen's pavilion had stood; "is not yonder the Queen's litter taking
the road?" "Yea, surely," said Otter.
"Then the litter will be empty," said Ralph. "Maybe, or maybe not,"
said Otter; "but now I must get me gone hastily to my folk; doubtless
we shall meet upon the road to Utterbol."
So he turned and went his ways; and Ralph also ran to his horse,
whereby was David already in the saddle, and so mounted, and the whole
rout moved slowly from out of Vale Turris, Ralph going ever by David.
The company was now a great one, for many wains were joined to them,
laden with meal, and fleeces, and other household stuff, and withal
there was a great herd of neat, and of sheep, and of goats, which the
Lord's men had been gathering in the fruitful country these two days;
but the Lord was tarrying still in the tower.
CHAPTER 40
They Ride Toward Utterness From Out of Vale Turris
So they rode by a good highway, well beaten, past the Tower and over
the ridge of the valley, and came full upon the terrible sight of the
Great Mountains, and the sea of woodland lay before them, swelling and
falling, and swelling again, till it broke grey against the dark blue
of the mountain wall. They went as the way led, down hill, and when
they were at the bottom, thence along their highway parted the tillage
and fenced pastures from the rough edges of the woodland like as a
ditch sunders field from field. They had the wildwood ever on their
right hand, and but a little way from where they rode the wood
thickened for the more part into dark and close thicket, the trees
whereof were so tall that they hid the overshadowing mountains whenso
they rode the bottoms, though when the way mounted on the ridges, and
the trees gave back a little, they had sight of the woodland and the
mountains. On the other hand at whiles the thicket came close up to
the roadside.
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