BIRDALONE WENDETH THE WILDWOOD IN FELLOWSHIP WITH HABUNDIA.
Now as they went their ways lightly through the wood, spake Habundia
and said: Birdalone, my child, fair is the gold ring with the sapphire
stone that the third finger of thy right hand beareth; seldom have I
seen so fair a stone as that deep blue one; hangeth any tale thereby?
Said Birdalone: Did I not tell thee thereof, wood-mother, how that my
beloved who is lost gave it unto me the very last time I saw him, woe
worth the while? Nay, said Habundia, I mind not the tale. But deemest
thou he would know it again if he saw it? Yea, surely, said Birdalone,
hanging her head; for when first he gave it, the gift was not to me,
but to another woman. And she held her peace, and went on with hanging
head and all the glee faded out of her a while.
At last she turned to Habundia, and said: I have now bethought me to
ask thee whither we be going and on what errand; for at first I was so
glad at heart, I know not why, and it was so merry to be wending the
wood with thee freely, that I had no thought in me as to whither and
wherefore. But now wilt thou tell me?
Said the wood-wife: How if I were to tell thee we were going a-hunting?
Birdalone said: Then I should ask thee what like the quarry were. And
suppose it were men? said the wood-wife. Birdalone turned somewhat
pale. My mother, she said, if we be going against some of those men of
the Red Bands, I am not happy over it. I am no warrior, and fear
strokes. Said Habundia, laughing: Yet art thou a fell archer; and thou
mayest shoot from an ambush of the thick leaves, since June is in
to-day. But neither would I slay or hurt any man, said Birdalone, but
it were to save me from present death.
Habundia looked on her with a sly smile and said: Well maybe though we
take cover and get within wind of our quarry thou shalt not need to
speed an arrow to him. Have patience therefore. For this is a strange
beast which I have marked down; he is not ill to look on, and his
voice, which we may well hearken, for whiles he singeth, is rather
sweet than surly. What meanest thou, mother? said Birdalone, growing
red and then paler yet; what man is it? since thy calling him a beast
is a jest, is it not?
Nay, said Habundia, I neither name him nor know him; only I deem him by
no means to be one of the Red Band. For the rest, he may be a man in a
beast’s skin, or a beast in a man’s skin, for aught I know; whereas he
seems, so far as I have seen him, to be not wholly man-like or wholly
beast-like. But now let us hold our peace of him till we be come nigher
to his haunt.
So they went on their way, and Birdalone said but little, while the
wood-wife was of many words and gay. They made all diligence, for
Birdalone was not soon wearied, and moreover as now she was anxious and
eager to see what would befall, which she might not but deem would be
something great.
They went without stay till past noon, when they were come to a little
shady dale wherethrough ran a clear stream; there they rested and
bathed them, and thereafter sat under the boughs and ate the dainty
meat which the wood-wife provided, howsoever she came by it; and when
they had rested a while, the wood-wife turned the talk once more unto
Arthur the Black Squire, and would have Birdalone tell her all nicely
what manner of man he was; and Birdalone was nothing loth thereto; for
had she her will she had talked of him day-long.