The Roots of the Mountains. William Morris

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СКАЧАТЬ withal. But at midday they rested on the green slope without the Yew-wood; and they ate bread and flesh and onions and apples, and drank red wine of the Dale. And while they were resting after their meat, the Bride sang to them, and her song was a lay of time past; and here ye have somewhat of it:

      ’Tis over the hill and over the dale

       Men ride from the city fast and far,

       If they may have a soothfast tale,

       True tidings of the host of war.

      And first they hap on men-at-arms,

       All clad in steel from head to foot:

       Now tell true tale of the new-come harms,

       And the gathered hosts of the mountain-root.

      Fair sirs, from murder-carles we flee,

       Whose fashion is as the mountain-trolls’;

       No man can tell how many they be,

       And the voice of their host as the thunder rolls.

      They were weary men at the ending of day,

       But they spurred nor stayed for longer word.

       Now ye, O merchants, whither away?

       What do ye there with the helm and the sword?

      O we must fight for life and gear,

       For our beasts are spent and our wains are stayed,

       And the host of the Mountain-men draws near,

       That maketh all the world afraid.

      They left the chapmen on the hill,

       And through the eve and through the night

       They rode to have true tidings still,

       And were there on the way when the dawn was bright.

      O damsels fair, what do ye then

       To loiter thus upon the way,

       And have no fear of the Mountain-men,

       The host of the carles that strip and slay?

      O riders weary with the road,

       Come eat and drink on the grass hereby!

       And lay you down in a fair abode

       Till the midday sun is broad and high;

      Then unto you shall we come aback,

       And lead you forth to the Mountain-men,

       To note their plenty and their lack,

       And have true tidings there and then.

      ’Tis over the hill and over the dale

       They ride from the mountain fast and far;

       And now have they learned a soothfast tale,

       True tidings of the host of war.

      It was summer-tide and the Month of Hay,

       And men and maids must fare afield;

       But we saw the place were the bow-staves lay,

       And the hall was hung with spear and shield.

      When the moon was high we drank in the hall,

       And they drank to the guests and were kind and blithe,

       And they said: Come back when the chestnuts fall,

       And the wine-carts wend across the hythe.

      Come oft and o’er again, they said;

       Wander your ways; but we abide

       For all the world in the little stead;

       For wise are we, though the world be wide.

      Yea, come in arms if ye will, they said;

       And despite your host shall we abide

       For life or death in the little stead;

       For wise are we, though the world be wide.

      So she made an end and looked at the fairness of the dale spreading wide before her, and a robin came nigh from out of a thorn-bush and sung his song also, the sweet herald of coming winter; and the lapwings wheeled about, black and white, above the meadow by the river, sending forth their wheedling pipe as they hung above the soft turf.

      She felt the brothers near her, and knew their friendliness from of old, and she was happy; nor had she looked closer at Gold-mane would she have noted any change in him belike; for the meat and the good wine, and the fair sunny time, and the Bride’s sweet voice, and the ancient song softened his heart while it fed the desire therein.

      So in a while they arose from their rest and did what was left them of their work, and so went back to Burgstead through the fair afternoon; by seeming all three in all content. But yet Gold-mane, as from time to time he looked upon the Bride, kept saying to himself: ‘O if she had been but my sister! sweet had the kinship been!’

CHAPTER X. NEW TIDINGS IN THE DALE.

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      It was three days thereafter that Gold-mane, leading an ass, went along the highway to fetch home certain fleeces which were needed for the house from a stead a little west of Wildlake; but he had gone scant half a mile ere he fell in with a throng of folk going to Burgstead. They were of the Shepherds; they had weapons with them, and some were clad in coats of fence. They went along making a great noise, for they were all talking each to each at the same time, and seemed very hot and eager about some matter. When they saw Gold-mane anigh, they stopped, and the throng opened as if to let him into their midmost; so he mingled with them, and they stood in a ring about him and an old man more ill-favoured than it was the wont of the Dalesmen to be.

      For he was long, stooping, gaunt and spindle-shanked, his hands big and crippled with gout: his cheeks were red after an old man’s fashion, covered with a crimson network like a pippin; his lips thin and not well hiding his few teeth; his nose long like a snipe’s neb. In short, a shame and a laughing-stock to the Folk, and a man whom the kindreds had in small esteem, and that for good reasons.

      Face-of-god knew him at once for a notable close-fist and starve-all fool of the Shepherds; and his name was now become Penny-thumb the Lean, whatever it might once have been.

      So Face-of-god greeted all men, and they him again; and he said: ‘What aileth you, neighbours? Your weapons, are bare, but I see not that they be bloody. What is it, goodman Penny-thumb?’

      Penny-thumb did but groan for all answer; but a stout carle who stood by with a broad grin on his face answered and said:

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