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

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Therewith he turned away suddenly, and rode smartly towards his church; and Ralph deemed that he was weeping once more.  As for Ralph, he went quietly home toward the castle, for the sun was setting now, and as he went he pondered all these things in his heart.

CHAPTER 21

Ralph Weareth Away Three Days Uneasily

He read again in the book that night, till he had gotten the whole tale into his head, and he specially noted this of it, that it told not whence that Lady came, nor what she was, nor aught else save that there she was in the wood by herself, and was found therein by the king’s son:  neither told the tale in what year of the world she was found there, though it told concerning all the war and miseries which she had bred, and which long endured.  Again, he could not gather from that book why she had gone back to the lone place in the woods, whereas she might have wedded one of those warring barons who sorely desired her:  nor why she had yielded herself to the witch of that place and endured with patience her thralldom, with stripes and torments of her body, like the worst of the thralls of the ancient heathen men.  Lastly, he might not learn from the book where in the world was that lone place, or aught of the road to the Well at the World’s End.  But amidst all his thinking his heart came back to this:  “When I meet her, she will tell me of it all; I need be no wiser than to learn how to meet her and to make her love me; then shall she show me the way to the Well at the World’s End, and I shall drink thereof and never grow old, even as she endureth in youth, and she shall love me for ever, and I her for ever.”

So he thought; but yet amidst these happy thoughts came in this evil one, that whereas all the men-folk spoke well of her and worshipped her, the women-folk feared her or hated her; even to the lecherous old woman who had praised the beauty of her body for his torment.  So he thought till his head grew heavy, and he went and lay down in his bed and slept, and dreamed of the days of Upmead; and things forgotten in his waking time came between him and any memories of his present longing and the days thereof.

He awoke and arose betimes in the morning, and when he had breakfasted he bade the carline bring him his weapons.  “Wilt thou again to the wood?” said she.  “Didst thou not bid me fare thither yesterday?” said he.  “Yea,” she said; “but to-day I fear lest thou depart and come not back.”  He laughed and said:  “Seest thou not, mother, that I go afoot, and I in hauberk and helm?  I cannot run far or fast from thee.  Also” (and here he broke off his speech a little) “where should I be but here?”

“Ah,” she said, “but who knows what may happen?” Nevertheless she went and fetched his war-gear and looked at him fondly as he did it on, and went his ways from the hall.

Now he entered the wood more to the south than he had done yesterday, and went softly as before, and still was he turning over in his mind the thoughts of last night, and ever they came back.  “Might I but see her!  Would she but love me!  O for a draught of the Well at the World’s End, that the love might last long and long!”

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