The Well at the World's End: a tale eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 801 pages of information about The Well at the World's End.
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The Well at the World's End: a tale eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 801 pages of information about The Well at the World's End.
bride new wedded, even as it had been with us on the grass of the wilderness and the bracken of the wildwood.  And then, at last, he spake to me of our case, and bade me fear not, for that a band of his friends, all-armed, was keeping watch and ward in the cloister without.  And when I left the chamber on the morrow’s morn, there were they yet, all in bright armour, and amongst them the young knight who had delivered me from the felon baron, and he looked mournfully at me, so that I was sorry for his sorrow.

“And I knew now that the king was minded to slay me, else had he bidden thrust me from my lord’s side.

“So wore certain days; and on the seventh night, when we were come into our chamber, which was a fair as any house outside of heaven, my lord spake to me in a soft voice, and bade me not do off my raiment.  ‘For,’ said he, ’this night we must flee the town, or we shall be taken and cast into prison to-morrow; for thus hath my father determined.’  I kissed him and clung to him, and he no less was good to me.  And when it was the dead of night we escaped out of our window by a knotted rope which he had made ready, and beneath was the city wall; and that company of knights, amongst whom was the young knight abovesaid, had taken a postern thereby, and were abiding us armed and with good horses.  So we came into the open country, and rode our ways with the mind to reach a hill-castle of one of those young barons, and to hold ourselves there in despite of the king.  But the king had been as wary as we were privy, and no less speedy than we; and he was a mighty and deft warrior, and he himself followed us on the spur with certain of his best men-at-arms.  And they came upon us as we rested in a woodside not far from our house of refuge:  and the king stood by to see the battle with his sword in his sheath, but soon was it at an end, for though our friends fought valiantly, they were everyone slain or hurt, and but few escaped with bare life; but that young man who loved me so sorely crept up to me grievously hurt, and I did not forbear to kiss him once on the face, for I deemed I should soon die also, and his blood stained my sleeve and my wrist, but he died not as then, but lived to be a dear friend to me for long.

“So we, my lord and I, were led back to the city, and he was held in ward and I was cast into prison with chains and hunger and stripes.  And the king would have had me lie there till I perished, that I might be forgotten utterly; but there were many of the king’s knights who murmured at this, and would not forget me; so the king being constrained, had me brought forth to be judged by his bishops of sorcery for the beguiling of my lord.  Long was the tale to me then, but I will not make it long for thee; as was like to be, I was brought in guilty of sorcery, and doomed to be burned in the Great Square in three days time.

“Nay, my friend, thou hast no need to look so troubled; for thou seest that I was not burned.  This is the selfsame body that was tied to the stake in the market place of the king’s city many a year ago.

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