CHAPTER VI: OF A DWELLING OF MAN ON THE ISLE OF RANSOM

When he awoke again the sun shone on him, and the morning was calm and

windless. He sat up and looked about him, but could see no signs of Fox

save the lair wherein he had lain. So he arose to his feet and sought

for him about the crannies of the rocks, and found him not; and he

shouted for him, and had no answer. Then he said, "Belike he has gone

down to the boat to put a thing in, or take a thing out." So he went his

ways to the stair down into the water-cave, and he called on Fox from the

top of the stair, and had no answer.

So he went down that long stair with a misgiving in his heart, and when

he came to the last step there was neither man nor boat, nor aught else

save the water and the living rock. Then was he exceeding wroth, for he

knew that he had been beguiled, and he was in an evil case, left alone on

an Isle that he knew not, a waste and desolate land, where it seemed most

like he should die of famine.

He wasted no breath or might now in crying out for Fox, or seeking him;

for he said to himself: "I might well have known that he was false and a

liar, whereas he could scarce refrain his joy at my folly and his guile.

Now is it for me to strive for life against death."

Then he turned and went slowly up the stair, and came out on to the open

face of that Isle, and he saw that it was waste indeed, and dreadful: a

wilderness of black sand and stones and ice-borne rocks, with here and

there a little grass growing in the hollows, and here and there a dreary

mire where the white-tufted rushes shook in the wind, and here and there

stretches of moss blended with red-blossomed sengreen; and otherwhere

nought but the wind-bitten creeping willow clinging to the black sand,

with a white bleached stick and a leaf or two, and again a stick and a

leaf. In the offing looking landward were great mountains, some very

great and snow-capped, some bare to the tops; and all that was far away,

save the snow, was deep-blue in the sunny morning. But about him on the

heath were scattered rocks like the reef beneath which he had slept the

last night, and peaks, and hammers, and knolls of uncouth shapes.

Then he went to the edge of the cliffs and looked down on the sea which

lay wrinkled and rippling on toward the shore far below him, and long he

gazed thereon and all about, but could see neither ship nor sail, nor

aught else save the washing of waves and the hovering of sea fowl.

Then he said: "Were it not well if I were to seek that house-master of

whom Fox spake? Might he not flit me at least to the Land of the

Glittering Plain? Woe is me! now am I of that woful company, and I also

must needs cry out, Where is the land? Where is the land?"

Therewith he turned toward the reef above their lair, but as he went he

thought and said: "Nay, but was not this Stead a lie like the rest of

Fox's tale? and am I not alone in this sea-girt wilderness? Yea, and

even that image of my Beloved which I saw in the dream, perchance that

also was a mere beguiling; for now I see that the Puny Fox was in all

ways wiser than is meet and comely." Yet again he said: "At least I will

seek on, and find out whether there be another man dwelling on this

hapless Isle, and then the worst of it will be battle with him, and death

by point and edge rather than by hunger; or at the best we may become

friends and fellows and deliver each other." Therewith he came to the

reef, and with much ado climbed to the topmost of its rocks and looked

down thence landward: and betwixt him and the mountains, and by seeming

not very far off, he saw smoke arising: but no house he saw, nor any

other token of a dwelling. So he came down from the stone and turned his

back upon the sea and went toward that smoke with his sword in its

sheath, and his spear over his shoulder. Rough and toilsome was the way:

three little dales he crossed amidst the mountain necks, each one narrow

and bare, with a stream of water amidst, running seaward, and whether in

dale or on ridge, he went ever amidst sand and stones, and the weeds of

the wilderness, and saw no man, or man-tended beast.

At last, after he had been four hours on the way, but had not gone very

far, he topped a stony bent, and from the brow thereof beheld a wide

valley grass-grown for the more part, with a river running through it,

and sheep and kine and horses feeding up and down it. And amidst this

dale by the stream-side, was a dwelling of men, a long hall and other

houses about it builded of stone.

Then was Hallblithe glad, and he strode down the bent speedily, his war-

gear clashing upon him: and as he came to the foot thereof and on to the

grass of the dale, he got amongst the pasturing horses, and passed close

by the horse-herd and a woman that was with him. They scowled at him as

he went by, but meddled not with him in any way. Although they were

giant-like of stature and fierce of face, they were not ill-favoured:

they were red-haired, and the woman as white as cream where the sun had

not burned her skin; they had no weapons that Hallblithe might see save

the goad in the hand of the carle.

So Hallblithe passed on and came to the biggest house, the hall

aforesaid: it was very long, and low as for its length, not over shapely

of fashion, a mere gabled heap of stones. Low and strait was the door

thereinto, and as Hallblithe entered stooping lowly, and the fire of the

steel of his spear that he held before him was quenched in the mirk of

the hall, he smiled and said to himself: "Now if there were one anigh who

would not have me enter alive, and he with a weapon in his hand, soon

were all the tale told." But he got into the hall unsmitten, and stood

on the floor thereof, and spake: "The sele of the day to whomsoever is

herein! Will any man speak to the new comer?"

But none answered or gave him greeting; and as his eyes got used to the

dusk of the hall, he looked about him, and neither on the floor or the

high seat nor in any ingle could he see a man; and there was silence

there, save for the crackling of the flickering flame on the hearth

amidmost, and the running of the rats behind the panelling of the walls.

On one side of the hall was a row of shut-beds, and Hallblithe deemed

that there might be men therein; but since none had greeted him he

refrained him from searching them for fear of a trap, and he thought, "I

will abide amidst the floor, and if there be any that would deal with me,

friend or foe, let him come hither to me."

So he fell to walking up and down the hall from buttery to dais, and his

war-gear rattled upon him. At last as he walked he thought he heard a

small thin peevish voice, which yet was too husky for the squeak of a

rat. So he stayed his walk and stood still, and said: "Will any man

speak to Hallblithe, a newcomer, and a stranger in this Stead?"

Then that small voice made a word and said: "Why paceth the fool up and

down our hall, doing nothing, even as the Ravens flap croaking about the

crags, abiding the war-mote and the clash of the fallow blades?"

Said Hallblithe, and his voice sounded big in the hall: "Who calleth

Hallblithe a fool and mocketh at the sons of the Raven?"

Spake the voice: "Why cometh not the fool to the man that may not go to

him?"

Then Hallblithe bent forward to hearken, and he deemed that the voice

came from one of the shut-beds, so he leaned his spear against a pillar,

and went into the shut-bed he had noted, and saw where there lay along in

it a man exceeding old by seeming, sore wasted, with long hair as white

as snow lying over the bed-clothes.

When the elder saw Hallblithe, he laughed a thin cracked laugh as if in

mockery and said: "Hail newcomer! wilt thou eat?"

"Yea," said Hallblithe.

"Go thou into the buttery then," said the old carle, "and there shalt

thou find on the cupboard cakes and curds and cheese: eat thy fill, and

when thou hast done, look in the ingle, and thou shalt see a cask of mead

exceeding good, and a stoup thereby, and two silver cups; fill the stoup

and bring it hither with the cups; and then may we talk amidst of

drinking, which is good for an old carle. Hasten thou! or I shall deem

thee a double fool who will not fare to fetch his meat, though he be

hungry."

Then Hallblithe laughed, and went down the hall into the buttery and

found the meat, and ate his fill, and came away with the drink back to

the Long-hoary man, who chuckled as he came and said: "Fill up now for

thee and for me, and call a health to me and wish me somewhat."

"I wish thee luck," said Hallblithe, and drank. Said the elder: "And I

wish thee more wits; is luck all that thou mayst wish me? What luck may

an outworn elder have?"

"Well then," quoth Hallblithe, "what shall I wish thee? Wouldst thou

have me wish thee youth?"

"Yea, certes," said the Long-hoary, "that and nought else."

"Youth then I wish thee, if it may avail thee aught," said Hallblithe,

and he drank again therewith.

"Nay, nay," said the old carle peevishly, "take a third cup, and wish me

youth with no idle words tacked thereto."

Said Hallblithe raising the cup: "Herewith I wish thee youth!" and he

drank.

"Good is the wish," said the elder; "now ask thou the old carle whatso

thou wilt."

Said Hallblithe: "What is this land called?"

"Son," said the other, "hast thou heard it called the Isle of Ransom?"

"Yea," said Hallblithe, "but what wilt thou call it?"

"By no other name," said the hoary carle.

"It is far from other lands?" said Hallblithe.

"Yea," said the carle, "when the light winds blow, and the ships sail

slow."

"What do ye who live here?" said Hallblithe. "How do ye live, what work

win ye?"

"We win diverse work," said the elder, "but the gainfullest is robbing

men by the high hand."

"Is it ye who have stolen from me the Hostage of the Rose?" said

Hallblithe.

Said the Long-hoary, "Maybe; I wot not; in diverse ways my kinsmen

traffic, and they visit many lands. Why should they not have come to

Cleveland also?"

"Is she in this Isle, thou old runagate?" said Hallblithe.

"She is not, thou young fool," said the elder. Then Hallblithe flushed

red and spake: "Knowest thou the Puny Fox?"

"How should I not?" said the carle, "since he is the son of one of my

sons."

"Dost thou call him a liar and a rogue?" said Hallblithe.

The elder laughed; "Else were I a fool," said he; "there are few bigger

liars or bigger rogues than the Puny Fox!"

"Is he here in this Isle?" said Hallblithe; "may I see him?"

The old man laughed again, and said: "Nay, he is not here, unless he hath

turned fool since yesterday: why should he abide thy sword, since he hath

done what he would and brought thee hither?"

Then he laughed, as a hen cackles a long while, and then said: "What more

wilt thou ask me?"

But Hallblithe was very wroth: "It availeth nought to ask," he said; "and

now I am in two minds whether I shall slay thee or not."

"That were a meet deed for a Raven, but not for a man," said the carle,

"and thou that hast wished me luck! Ask, ask!"

But Hallblithe was silent a long while. Then the carle said, "Another

cup for the longer after youth!"

Hallblithe filled, and gave to him, and the old man drank and said: "Thou

deemest us all liars in the Isle of Ransom because of thy beguiling by

the Puny Fox: but therein thou errest. The Puny Fox is our chiefest

liar, and doth for us the more part of such work as we need: therefore,

why should we others lie. Ask, ask!"

"Well then," said Hallblithe, "why did the Puny Fox bewray me, and at

whose bidding?"

Said the elder: "I know, but I will not tell thee. Is this a lie?"

"Nay, I deem it not," said Hallblithe: "But, tell me, is it verily true

that my trothplight is not here, that I may ransom her?"

Said the Long-hoary: "I swear it by the Treasure of the Sea, that she is

not here: the tale was but a lie of the Puny Fox."

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