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.

Therewith dropped the talk of that matter:  and in sooth Ralph was loath to make many words thereof, lest his eagerness shine through, and all the story of him be known.

Anon it was noon, and the lord bade all men stay for meat:  so his serving men busied them about his dinner, and David went with them.  Then the men-at-arms bade Ralph sit among them and share their meat.  So they sat down all by the wayside, and they spake kindly and friendly to Ralph, and especially their captain, a man somewhat low of stature, but long-armed like the Lord, a man of middle age, beardless and spare of body, but wiry and tough-looking, with hair of the hue of the dust of the sandstone quarry.  This man fell a-talking with Ralph, and asked him of the manner of tilting and courteous jousting between knights in the countries of knighthood, till that talk dropped between them.  Then Ralph looked round upon the land, which had now worsened again, and was little better than rough moorland, little fed, and not at all tilled, and he said:  “This is but a sorry land for earth’s increase.”

“Well,” said the captain, “I wot not; it beareth plover and whimbrel and conies and hares; yea, and men withal, some few.  And whereas it beareth naught else, that cometh of my lord’s will:  for deemest thou that he should suffer a rich land betwixt him and Goldburg, that it might sustain an host big enough to deal with him?”

“But is not this his land?” said Ralph.

Said the captain:  “Nay, and also yea.  None shall dwell in it save as he willeth, and they shall pay him tribute, be it never so little.  Yet some there are of them, who are to him as the hounds be to the hunter, and these same he even wageth, so that if aught rare and goodly cometh their way they shall bring it to his hands; as thou thyself knowest to thy cost.”

“Yea,” said Ralph smiling, “and is Morfinn the Unmanned one of these curs?” “Yea,” said the captain, with a grin, “and one of the richest of them, in despite of his fiddle and minstrel’s gear, and his lack of manhood:  for he is one of the cunningest of men.  But my Lord unmanned him for some good reason.”

Ralph kept silence and while and then said:  “Why doth the Goldburg folk suffer all this felony, robbery and confusion, so near their borders, and the land debateable?”

Said the captain, and again he grinned:  “Passing for thy hard words, sir knight, why dost thou suffer me to lead thee along whither thou wouldest not?”

“Because I cannot help myself,” said Ralph.

Said the captain:  “Even so it is with the Goldburg folk:  if they raise hand against some of these strong-thieves or man-stealers, he has but to send the war-arrow round about these deserts, as ye deem them, and he will presently have as rough a company of carles for his fellows as need be, say ten hundred of them.  And the Goldburg folk are not very handy at a fray without their walls.  Forsooth within them it is another matter, and beside not even our Lord of Utterbol would see Goldburg broken down, no, not for all that he might win there.”

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