The Story of the Glittering Plain<br />Which Has Been Also Called the Land of Living Men or the Acre by William Morris (ebook reader for pc and android .TXT) 📗

up, and let Hallblithe rise also, and took his sword and gave it into his hand again and said: “Crag-nester, thou art wrathful, but little.  Now thou hast thy sword again and mayst slay me if thou wilt.  Yet not until I have spoken a word to thee: so hearken! or else by the Treasure of the Sea I will slay thee with my bare hands.  For I am strong indeed in this place with my old kinsman beside me.  Wilt thou hearken?”

“Speak,” said Hallblithe, “I hearken.”

Said the Puny Fox: “True it is that I lured thee away from thy quest, and wore away a year of thy life.  Yet true it is also that I repent me thereof, and ask thy pardon.  What sayest thou?”

Hallblithe spake not, but the heat died out of his face and he was become somewhat pale.  Said the Puny Fox: “Dost thou not remember, O Raven, how thou badest me battle last year on the sea-shore by the side of the Rollers of the Raven? and how this was to be the prize of battle, that the vanquished should serve the vanquisher year-long, and do all his will?  And now this prize and more thou hast won without battle; for I swear by the Treasure of the Sea, and by the bones of the great Sea-mew yonder, that I will serve thee not year-long but life-long, and that I will help thee in thy quest for thy beloved.  What sayest thou?”

Hallblithe stood speechless a moment, looking past the Puny Fox, rather than at him.  Then the sword tumbled out of his hand on to the grass, and great tears rolled down his cheeks and fell on to his raiment, and he reached out his hand to the Puny Fox and said: “O friend, wilt thou not bring me to her? for the days wear, and the trees are growing old round about the Acres of the Raven.”

Then the Puny Fox took his hand; and laughed merrily in his face, and said: “Great is thine heart, O Carrion-biter!  But now that thou art my friend I will tell thee that I have a deeming of the whereabouts of thy beloved.  Or where deemest thou was the garden wherein thou sawest her standing on the page of the book in that dream of the night?  So it is, O Raven-son, that it is not for nothing that my grandsire’s father lieth in yonder hole of the rocks; for of late he hath made me wise in mighty lore.  Thanks have thou, O kinsman!”  And he turned him toward the rock wherein was the grave.

But Hallblithe said: “What is to do now?  Am I not in a land of foemen?”

“Yea, forsooth,” said the Puny Fox, “and even if thou knewest where thy love is, thou shouldst hardly escape from this isle unslain, save for me.”

Said Hallblithe: “Is there not my bark, that I might depart at once? for I deem not that the Hostage is on the Isle of Ransom.”

The Puny Fox laughed boisterously and said: “Nay, she is not.  But as to thy boat, there is so strong a set of the flood-tide toward this end of the isle, that with the wind blowing as now, from the north-north-east, thou mayst not get off the shore for four hours at least, and I misdoubt me that within that time we shall have tidings of a ship of ours coming into the haven.  Thy bark they shall take, and thee also if thou art therein; and then soon were the story told, for they know thee for a rebel of the Undying King.  Hearken!  Dost thou not hear the horn’s voice?  Come up hither and we shall see what is towards.”

So saying, he led hastily up a kind of stair in the rock-wall, until they reached a cranny, whence through a hole in the cliff, they could see all over the haven.  And lo! as they looked, in the very gate and entry of it came a great ship heaving up her bows on the last swell of the outer sea (where the wind had risen somewhat), and rolling into the smooth, land-locked water.  Black was her sail, and the image of the Sea-eagle enwrought thereon spread wide over it; and the banner of the Flaming Sword streamed out from the stern.  Many men all-weaponed were on the decks, and the minstrels high up on the poop were blowing a merry song of return on their battle-horns.

“Lo, you,” said the Puny Fox, “thy luck or mine hath served thee this time, in that the Flaming Sword did not overhaul thee ere thou madest the haven.  We are well here at least.”

Said Hallblithe: “But may not some of them come up hither perchance?”

“Nay, nay,” said the Puny Fox; “they fear the old man in the cleft yonder; for he is not over guest-fain.  This mead is mine own, as for other living men; it is my unroofed house, and I have here a house with a roof also, which I will show thee presently.  For now since the Flaming Sword hath come, there is no need for haste; nay, we cannot depart till they have gone up-country.  So I will show thee presently what we shall do to-night.”

So there they sat and watched those men bring their ship to the shore and moor her hard by Hallblithe’s boat.  They cried out when they saw her, and when they were aland they gathered about her to note her build, and the fashion of the spear whereto she was tied.  Then in a while the more part of them, some fourscore in number, departed up the valley toward the great house and left none but a half dozen ship-warders behind.

“Seest thou, friend of the Ravens,” said the Fox, “hadst thou been there, they might have done with thee what they would.  Did I not well to bring thee into my unroofed house?”

“Yea, verily,” said Hallblithe; “but will not some of the ship-wards, or some of the others returning, come up hither and find us?  I shall yet lay my bones in this evil island.”

The Puny Fox laughed, and said: “It is not so bad as thy sour looks would have it; anyhow it is good enough for a grave, and at this present I may call it a casket of precious things.”

“What meanest thou?” said Hallblithe eagerly.

“Nay, nay,” said the other, “nought but what thou knowest.  Art thou not therein, and I myself? without reckoning the old carle in the hole yonder.  But I promise thee thou shalt not die here this time, unless thou wilt.  And as to folk coming up hither, I tell thee again they durst not; because they fear my great-grandsire over much.  Not that they are far wrong therein; for now he is dead, the worst of him seemeth to come out of him, and he is not easily dealt with, save by one who hath some share of his wisdom.  Thou thyself couldst see by my kinsman, the Sea-eagle, how much of ill blood and churlish malice there may be in our kindred when they wax old, and loneliness and dreariness taketh hold of them.  For I must tell thee that I have oft heard my father say that his father the Sea-eagle was in his youth and his prime blithe and buxom, a great lover of women, and a very friendly fellow.  But ever, as I say, as the men of our kind wax in years, they worsen; and thereby mayst thou deem how bad the old man in yonder must be, since he hath lain so long in the grave.  But now we will go to that house of mine on the other side of the mead, over against my kinsman’s.”

Therewith he led Hallblithe down from the rock while Hallblithe said to him: “What! art thou also dead that thou hast a grave here?”

“Nay, nay,” said Fox, smiling, “am I so evil-conditioned then?  I am no older than thou art.”

“But tell me,” said Hallblithe, “wilt thou also wax evil as thou growest old?”

“Maybe not,” said Fox, looking hard at him, “for in my mind it is that I may be taken into another house, and another kindred, and amongst them I shall be healed of much that might turn to ill.”

Therewith were they come across the little meadow to a place where was a cave in the rock closed with a door, and a wicket window therein.  Fox led Hallblithe into it, and within it was no ill dwelling; for it was dry and clean, and there were stools therein and a table, and shelves and lockers in the wall.  When they had sat them down Fox said: “Here mightest thou dwell safely as long as thou wouldst, if thou wouldst risk dealings with the old carle.  But, as I wot well that thou art in haste to be gone and get home to thy kindred, I must bring thee at dusk to-day close up to our feast-hall, so that thou mayst be at hand to do what hath to be done to-night, so that we may get us gone to-morrow.  Also thou must do off thy Raven gear lest we meet any in the twilight as we go up to the house; and here have I to hand home-spun raiment such as our war-taken thralls wear, which shall serve thy turn well enough; but this thou needst not do on till the time is at hand for our departure; and then I will bring thee away, and bestow thee in a bower hard by the hall; and when thou art within, I may so look to it that none shall go in there, or if they do, they shall see nought in thee save a carle known to them by name.  My kinsman hath learned me to do harder things than this.  But now it is time to eat and drink.”

Therewith he drew victual from out a locker and they fell to.  But when they had eaten, Fox taught Hallblithe what he should do in the hall that night, as shall be told hereafter.  And then, with much talk about many things, they wore away the day in that ancient cup of the seething rock, and a little before dusk set out for the hall, bearing with them Hallblithe’s gear bundled up together, as though it had been wares from over sea.  So they came to the house before the tables were set, and the Puny Fox bestowed Hallblithe in a bower which gave into the buttery, so that it was easy to go straight into the mid-most of the hall.  There was Hallblithe clad and armed in his Raven gear; but Fox gave him a vizard to go over his face, so that none might know him when he entered therein.

CHAPTER XXI: OF THE FIGHT OF THE CHAMPIONS IN THE HALL OF THE RAVAGERS

Now it is to be told that the chieftains came into the hall that night and sat down at the board on the dais, even as Hallblithe had seen them do aforetime.  And the chieftain of all, who was called the Erne of the Sea-eagles, rose up according to custom and said: “Hearken, folk! this is a night of the champions, whereon we may not eat till the pale blades have clashed together, and one hath vanquished and another been overcome.  Now let them stand forth and give out the prize of victory which the vanquished shall pay to the vanquisher.  And let it be known, that, whosoever may be the champion that winneth the battle, whether he be a kinsman, or an alien, or a foeman declared; yea, though he have left the head of my brother at the hall-door, he shall pass this night with us safe from sword, safe from axe, safe from hand: he shall eat as we eat, drink as we drink, sleep as we sleep, and depart safe from any hand or weapon, and shall sail the sea at his pleasure in his own keel or in ours, as to him and us may be meet.  Blow up horns for the champions!”

So the horns blew a cheerful strain, and when they were done, there came into the hall a tall man clad in black, and with black armour and weapons saving the white blade of his sword.  He had a vizard over his face, but his hair came down from under his helm like the tail of a red horse.

So he stood amidst the floor and cried out: “I am the champion of the Ravagers.  But I swear by the Treasure of the Sea that I will cross no blade to-night save with an alien, a foeman of the kindred.  Hearest thou, O chieftain, O Erne of the Sea-eagles?”

“Hear it I do,” said the chieftain, “and I deem that thy meaning is that we should go supperless to bed; and this cometh of thy perversity: for we know thee despite thy vizard.  Belike thou deemest that thou shalt not be