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

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She still wept somewhat; but the chapman said:  “Let it rest there, sweetheart! let it rest there!  It may be a year or twain before thou seest him again:  and then belike he shall be come back with some woman whom he loves better than any other; and who knows but in a way he may deem himself our son.  Meanwhile thou hast done well, sweetheart, so be glad.”

Therewith he kissed her and went his ways to his merchandize, and she to the ordering of her house, grieved but not unhappy.


Ralph Rideth the Downs

As for Ralph, he rode on with a merry heart, and presently came to an end of the plain country, and the great downs rose up before him with a white road winding up to the top of them.  Just before the slopes began to rise was a little thorp beside a stream, and thereby a fair church and a little house of Canons:  so Ralph rode toward the church to see if therein were an altar of St. Nicholas, who was his good lord and patron, that he might ask of him a blessing on his journey.  But as he came up to the churchyard-gate he saw a great black horse tied thereto as if abiding some one; and as he lighted down from his saddle he saw a man coming hastily from out the church-door and striding swiftly toward the said gate.  He was a big man, and armed; for he had a bright steel sallet on his head, which covered his face all save the end of his chin; and plates he had on his legs and arms.  He wore a green coat over his armour, and thereon was wrought in gold an image of a tree leafless:  he had a little steel axe about his neck, and a great sword hung by his side.  Ralph stood looking on him with his hand on the latch of the gate, but when the man came thereto he tore it open roughly and shoved through at once, driving Ralph back, so that he well-nigh overset him, and so sprang to his horse and swung himself into the saddle, just as Ralph steadied himself and ruffled up to him, half drawing his sword from the scabbard the while.  But the man-at-arms cried out, “Put it back, put it back!  If thou must needs deal with every man that shoveth thee in his haste, thy life is like to be but short.”

He was settling himself in his saddle as he spoke, and now he shook his rein, and rode off speedily toward the hill-road.  But when he was so far off that Ralph might but see his face but as a piece of reddish colour, he reined up for a moment of time, and turning round in his saddle lifted up his sallet and left his face bare, and cried out as if to Ralph, “The first time!” And then let the head-piece fall again, and set spurs to his horse and gallopped away.

Ralph stood looking at him as he got smaller on the long white road, and wondering what this might mean, and how the unknown man should know him, if he did know him.  But presently he let his wonder run off him, and went his ways into the church, wherein he found his good lord and friend St. Nicholas, and so said a paternoster before his altar, and besought his help, and made his offering; and then departed and gat to horse again, and rode softly the way to the downs, for the day was hot.

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