CHAPTER LII. OF THE NEW BEGINNING OF GOOD DAYS IN SILVER-DALE.

ON the third day there was high-tide and great joy amongst all men from

end to end of the Dale; and the delivered thralls were feasted and made

much of by the kindreds, so that they scarce knew how to believe their

own five senses that told them the good tidings.

For none strove to grieve them and torment them; what they would, that

did they, and they had all things plenteously; since for all was there

enough and to spare of goods stored up for the Dusky Men, as corn and

wine and oil and spices, and raiment and silver. Horses were there also,

and neat and sheep and swine in abundance. Withal there was the good and

dear land; the waxing corn on the acres; the blossoming vines on the

hillside; and about the orchards and alongside the ways, the plum-trees

and cherry-trees and pear-trees that had cast their blossom and were

overhung with little young fruit; and the fair apple-trees a-blossoming,

and the chestnuts spreading their boughs from their twisted trunks over

the green grass. And there was the goodly pasture for the horses and the

neat, and the thymy hill-grass for the sheep; and beyond it all, the

thicket of the great wood, with its unfailing store of goodly timber of

ash and oak and holly and yoke-elm. There need no man lack unless man

compelled him, and all was rich enough and wide enough for the waxing of

a very great folk.

Now, therefore, men betook them to what was their own before the coming

of the Dusky Men; and though at first many of the delivered thrall-folk

feasted somewhat above measure, and though there were some of them who

were not very brisk at working on the earth for their livelihood; yet

were the most part of them quick of wit and deft of hand, and they mostly

fell to presently at their cunning, both of husbandry and handicraft.

Moreover, they had great love of the kindreds, and especially of the

Woodlanders, and strove to do all things that might pleasure them. And

as for those who were dull and listless because of their many torments of

the last ten years, they would at least fetch and carry willingly for

them of the kindreds; and these last grudged them not meat and raiment

and house-room, even if they wrought but little for it, because they

called to mind the evil days of their thralldom, and bethought them how

few are men’s days upon the earth.

Thus all things throve in Silver-dale, and the days wore on toward the

summer, and the Yule-tide rest beyond it, and the years beyond and far

beyond the winning of Silver-dale.

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