CHAPTER II. OF FACE-OF-GOD AND HIS KINDRED.

TELLS the tale, that on an evening of late autumn when the weather was

fair, calm, and sunny, there came a man out of the wood hard by the

Mote-stead aforesaid, who sat him down at the roots of the Speech-mound,

casting down before him a roe-buck which he had just slain in the wood.

He was a young man of three and twenty summers; he was so clad that he

had on him a sheep-brown kirtle and leggings of like stuff bound about

with white leather thongs; he bore a short-sword in his girdle and a

little axe withal; the sword with fair wrought gilded hilts and a

dew-shoe of like fashion to its sheath. He had his quiver at his back

and bare in his hand his bow unstrung. He was tall and strong, very fair

of fashion both of limbs and face, white-skinned, but for the sun’s

tanning, and ruddy-cheeked: his beard was little and fine, his hair

yellow and curling, cut somewhat close, but for its length so plenteous,

and so thick, that none could fail to note it. He had no hat nor hood

upon his head, nought but a fillet of golden beads.

As he sat down he glanced at the dale below him with a well-pleased look,

and then cast his eyes down to the grass at his feet, as though to hold a

little longer all unchanged the image of the fair place he had just seen.

The sun was low in the heavens, and his slant beams fell yellow all up

the dale, gilding the chestnut groves grown dusk and grey with autumn,

and the black masses of the elm-boughs, and gleaming back here and there

from the pools of the Weltering Water. Down in the midmost meadows the

long-horned dun kine were moving slowly as they fed along the edges of

the stream, and a dog was bounding about with exceeding swiftness here

and there among them. At a sharply curved bight of the river the man

could see a little vermilion flame flickering about, and above it a thin

blue veil of smoke hanging in the air, and clinging to the boughs of the

willows anear; about it were a dozen menfolk clear to see, some sitting,

some standing, some walking to and fro, but all in company together: four

of were brown-clad and short-skirted like himself, and from above the

hand of one came a flash of light as the sun smote upon the steel of his

spear. The others were long-skirted and clad gayer, and amongst them

were red and blue and green and white garments, and they were clear to be

seen for women. Just as the young man looked up again, those of them who

were sitting down rose up, and those that were strolling drew nigh, and

they joined hands together, and fell to dancing on the grass, and the dog

and another one with him came up to the dancers and raced about and

betwixt them; and so clear to see were they all and so little, being far

away, that they looked like dainty well-wrought puppets.

The young man sat smiling at it for a little, and then rose up and

shouldered his venison, and went down into Wildlake’s Way, and presently

was fairly in the Dale and striding along the Portway beside the northern

cliffs, whose greyness was gilded yet by the last rays of the sun, though

in a minute or two it would go under the western rim. He went fast and

cheerily, murmuring to himself snatches of old songs; none overtook him

on the road, but he overtook divers folk going alone or in company toward

Burgstead; swains and old men, mothers and maidens coming from the field

and the acre, or going from house to house; and one or two he met but not

many. All these greeted him kindly, and he them again; but he stayed not

to speak with any, but went as one in haste.

It was dusk by then he passed under the gate of Burgstead; he went

straight thence to the door of the House of the Face, and entered as one

who is at home, and need go no further, nor abide a bidding.

The hall he came into straight out of the open air was long and somewhat

narrow and not right high; it was well-nigh dark now within, but since he

knew where to look, he could see by the flicker that leapt up now and

then from the smouldering brands of the hearth amidmost the hall under

the luffer, that there were but three men therein, and belike they were

even they whom he looked to find there, and for their part they looked

for his coming, and knew his step.

He set down his venison on the floor, and cried out in a cheery voice:

‘Ho, Kettel! Are all men gone without doors to sleep so near the

winter-tide, that the Hall is as dark as a cave? Hither to me! Or art

thou also sleeping?’

A voice came from the further side of the hearth: ‘Yea, lord, asleep I

am, and have been, and dreaming; and in my dream I dealt with the

flesh-pots and the cake-board, and thou shalt see my dream come true

presently to thy gain.’

Quoth another voice: ‘Kettel hath had out that share of his dream already

belike, if the saw sayeth sooth about cooks. All ye have been away, so

belike he hath done as Rafe’s dog when Rafe ran away from the slain

buck.’

He laughed therewith, and Kettel with him, and a third voice joined the

laughter. The young man also laughed and said: ‘Here I bring the venison

which my kinsman desired; but as ye see I have brought it over-late: but

take it, Kettel. When cometh my father from the stithy?’

Quoth Kettel: ‘My lord hath been hard at it shaping the Yule-tide sword,

and doth not lightly leave such work, as ye wot, but he will be here

presently, for he has sent to bid us dight for supper straightway.’

Said the young man: ‘Where are there lords in the dale, Kettel, or hast

thou made some thyself, that thou must be always throwing them in my

teeth?’

‘Son of the Alderman,’ said Kettel, ‘ye call me Kettel, which is no name

of mine, so why should I not call thee lord, which is no dignity of

thine, since it goes well over my tongue from old use and wont? But here

comes my mate of the kettle, and the women and lads. Sit down by the

hearth away from their hurry, and I will fetch thee the hand-water.’

The young man sat down, and Kettel took up the venison and went his ways

toward the door at the lower end of the hall; but ere he reached it it

opened, and a noisy crowd entered of men, women, boys, and dogs, some

bearing great wax candles, some bowls and cups and dishes and trenchers,

and some the boards for the meal.

The young man sat quiet smiling and winking his eyes at the sudden flood

of light let into the dark place; he took in without looking at this or

the other thing the aspect of his Fathers’ House, so long familiar to

him; yet to-night he had a pleasure in it above his wont, and in all the

stir of the household; for the thought of the wood wherein he had

wandered all day yet hung heavy upon him. Came one of the girls and cast

fresh brands on the smouldering fire and stirred it into a blaze, and the

wax candles were set up on the daïs, so that between them and the

mew-quickened fire every corner of the hall was bright. As aforesaid it

was long and narrow, over-arched with stone and not right high, the

windows high up under the springing of the roof-arch and all on the side

toward the street; over against them were the arches of the shut-beds of

the housemates. The walls were bare that evening, but folk were wont to

hang up hallings of woven pictures thereon when feasts and high-days were

toward; and all along the walls were the tenter-hooks for that purpose,

and divers weapons and tools were hanging from them here and there.

About the daïs behind the thwart-table were now stuck for adornment leavy

boughs of oak now just beginning to turn with the first frosts. High up

on the gable wall above the tenter-hooks for the hangings were carven

fair imagery and knots and twining stems; for there in the hewn atone was

set forth that same image with the rayed head that was on the outside

wall, and he was smiting the dragon and slaying him; but here inside the

house all this was stained in fair and lively colours, and the sun-like

rays round the head of the image were of beaten gold. At the lower end

of the hall were two doors going into the butteries, and kitchen, and

other out-bowers; and above these doors was a loft upborne by stone

pillars, which loft was the sleeping chamber of the goodman of the house;

but the outward door was halfway between the said loft and the hearth of

the hall.

So the young man took the shoes from his feet and then sat watching the

women and lads arraying the boards, till Kettel came again to him with an

old woman bearing the ewer and basin, who washed his feet and poured the

water over his hands, and gave him the towel with fair-broidered ends to

dry them withal.

Scarce had he made an end of this ere through the outer door came in

three men and a young woman with them; the foremost of these was a man

younger by some two years than the first-comer, but so like him that none

might misdoubt that he was his brother; the next was an old man with a

long white beard, but hale and upright; and lastly came a man of

middle-age, who led the young woman by the hand. He was taller than the

first of the young men, though the other who entered with him outwent him

in height; a stark carle he was, broad across the shoulders, thin in the

flank, long-armed and big-handed; very noble and well-fashioned of

countenance, with a straight nose and grey eyes underneath a broad brow:

his hair grown somewhat scanty was done about with a fillet of golden

beads like the young men his sons. For indeed this was their father, and

the master of the House.

His name was Iron-face, for he was the deftest of weapon-smiths, and he

was the Alderman of the Dalesmen, and well-beloved of them; his kindred

was deemed the noblest of the Dale, and long had they dwelt in the House

of the Face. But of his sons the youngest, the new-comer, was named

Hall-face, and his brother the elder Face-of-god; which name was of old

use amongst the kindred, and many great men and stout warriors had borne

it aforetime: and this young man, in great love had he been gotten, and

in much hope had he been reared, and therefore had he been named after

the best of the kindred. But his mother, who was hight the Jewel, and

had been a very fair woman, was dead now, and Iron-face lacked a wife.

Face-of-god was well-beloved of his kindred and of all the Folk of the

Dale, and he had gotten a to-name, and was called Gold-mane because of

the abundance and fairness of his hair.

As for the young woman that was led in by Iron-face, she was the

betrothed of Face-of-god, and her name was the Bride. She looked with

such eyes of love on him when she saw him in the hall, as though she had

never seen him before but once, nor loved him but since yesterday; though

in truth they had grown up together and had seen each other most days of

the year for many years. She was of the kindred with whom the chiefs and

great men of the Face mostly wedded, which was indeed far away kindred of

them. She was a fair woman and strong: not easily daunted amidst perils

she was hardy and handy and light-foot: she could swim as well as any,

and could shoot well in the bow, and wield sword and spear: yet was she

kind and compassionate, and of great courtesy, and the very dogs and kine

trusted in her and loved her. Her hair was dark red of hue, long and

fine and plenteous, her eyes great and brown, her brow broad and very

fair, her lips fine and red: her cheek not ruddy, yet nowise sallow, but

clear and bright: tall she was and of excellent fashion, but well-knit

and well-measured rather than slender and wavering as the willow-bough.

Her voice was sweet and soft, her words few, but exceeding dear to the

listener. In short, she was a woman born to be the ransom of her Folk.

Now as to the names which the menfolk of the Face bore, and they an

ancient kindred, a kindred of chieftains, it has been said that in times

past their image of the God of the Earth had over his treen face a mask

of beaten gold fashioned to the shape of the image; and that when the

Alderman of the Folk died, he to wit who served the God and bore on his

arm the gold-ring between the people and the altar, this visor or face of

God was laid over the face of him who had been in a manner his priest,

and therewith he was borne to mound; and the new Alderman and priest had

it in charge to fashion a new visor for the God; and whereas for long

this great kindred had been chieftains of the people, they had been, and

were all so named, that the word Face was ever a part of their names.

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