CHAPTER LIV. TIDINGS OF DALLACH: A FOLK-MOTE IN SILVER-DALE.

THREE days thereafter came two swift runners from Rose-dale with tidings

of Dallach. In all wise had he thriven, and had slain many of the

runaways, and had come happily to Rose-dale: therein by the mere shaking

of their swords had they all their will; for there were but a few of the

Dusky Warriors in the Dale, since the more part had fared to the

slaughter in Silver-stead. Now therefore had Dallach been made Alderman

of Rose-dale; and the Burgdalers who had gone with him should abide the

coming thither of the rest of the Burgdale Host, and meantime of their

coming should uphold the new Alderman in Rose-dale. Howbeit Dallach sent

word that it was not to be doubted but that many of the Dusky Men had

escaped to the woods, and should yet be the death of many a mother’s son,

unless it were well looked to.

And now the more part of the Burgdale men and the Shepherds began to look

toward home, albeit some amongst them had not been ill-pleased to abide

there yet a while; for life was exceeding soft to them there, though they

helped the poor folk gladly in their husbandry. For especially the women

of the Dale, of whom many were very goodly, hankered after the fair-faced

tall Burgdalers, and were as kind to them as might be. Forsooth not a

few, both carles and queens, of the old thrall-folk prayed them of

Burgdale to take them home thither, that they might see new things and

forget their old torments once for all, yea, even in dreams. The

Burgdalers would not gainsay them, and there was no one else to hinder;

so that there went with the Burgdale men at their departure hard on five

score of the Silver-dale folk who were not of the kindreds.

And now was a great Folk-mote holden in Silver-dale, whereto the Burgdale

men and the Shepherds were bidden; and thereat the War-leader gave out

the morrow of the morrow for the day of the departure of the Host. There

also were the matters of Silver-dale duly ordered: the Men of the Wolf

would have had the Woodlanders dwell with them in the fair-builded stead,

and take to them of the goodly stone houses there what they would; but

this they naysaid, choosing rather to dwell in scattered houses, which

they built for themselves at the utmost limit of the tillage.

Indeed, the most abode not even there a long while; for they loved the

wood and its deeds. So they went forth into the wood, and cleared them

space to dwell in, and builded them halls such as they loved, and fell to

their old woodland crafts of charcoal-burning and hunting, wherein they

throve well. And good for Silver-dale was their abiding there, since

they became a sure defence and stout outpost against all foemen. For the

rest, wheresoever they dwelt, they were guest-cherishing and blithe, and

were well beloved by all people; and they wedded with the other Houses of

the Children of the Wolf.

As to the other matters whereof they took rede at this Folk-mote, they

had mostly to do with the warding of the Dale, and the learning of the

delivered thralls to handle weapons duly. For men deemed it most like

that they would have to meet other men of the kindred of the Felons;

which indeed fell out as the years wore.

Moreover, Folk-might (by the rede of Stone-face) sent messengers to the

Plain and the Cities, unto men whom he knew there, doing them to wit of

the tidings of Silver-dale, and how that a peaceful and guest-loving

people, having good store of wares, now dwelt therein, so that chapmen

might have recourse thither.

Lastly spake Folk-might and said:

‘Guests and brothers-in-arms, we have been looking about our new house,

which was our old one, and therein we find great store of wares which we

need not, and which we can but use if ye use them. Of your kindness

therefore we pray you to take of those things what ye can easily carry.

And if ye say the way is long, as indeed it is, since ye are bent on

going through the wood to Rose-dale, and so on to Burgdale, yet shall we

furnish you with beasts to bear your goods, and with such wains as may

pass through the woodland ways.’

Then rose up Fox of Upton and said: ‘O Folk-might, and ye men of the

Wolf, be it known unto you, that if we have done anything for your help

in the winning of Silver-dale, we have thus done that we might help

ourselves also, so that we might live in peace henceforward, and that we

might have your friendship and fellowship therewithal, so that here in

Silver-dale might wax a mighty folk who joined unto us should be strong

enough to face the whole world. Such are the redes of wise men when they

go a-warring. But we have no will to go back home again made rich with

your wealth; this hath been far from our thought in this matter.’

And there went up a murmur from all the Burgdalers yeasaying his word.

But Folk-might took up the word again and spake:

‘Men of Burgdale and the Sheepcotes, what ye say is both manly and

friendly; yet, since we look to see a road made plain through the

woodland betwixt Burgdale and Silver-dale, and that often ye shall face

us in the feast-hall, and whiles stand beside us in the fray, we must

needs pray you not to shame us by departing empty-handed; for how then

may we look upon your faces again? Stone-face, my friend, thou art old

and wise; therefore I bid thee to help us herein, and speak for us to thy

kindred, that they naysay us not in this matter.’

Then stood up Stone-face and said: ‘Forsooth, friends, Folk-might is in

the right herein; for he may look for anger from the wights that come and

go betwixt his kindred and the Gods, if they see us faring back giftless

through the woods. Moreover, now that ye have seen Silver-dale, ye may

wot how rich a land it is of all good things, and able to bring forth

enough and to spare. And now meseemeth the Gods love this Folk that

shall dwell here; and they shall become a mighty Folk, and a part of our

very selves. Therefore let us take the gifts of our friends, and thank

them blithely. For surely, as saith Folk-might, henceforth the wood

shall become a road betwixt us, and the thicket a halting-place for

friends bearing goodwill in their hands.’

When he had spoken, men yeasaid his words and forbore the gifts no

longer; and the Folk-mote sundered in all loving-kindness.

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