Of the Tales of Swevenham
Old Richard was no worse than his word, and failed not to find old
acquaintance of Swevenham in the Saturday's market: and Ralph saw
naught of him till midweek afterwards. And he was sitting in the
chamber of the hostel when Richard came in to him. Forsooth Blaise had
bidden him come dwell in his fair house, but Ralph would not, deeming
that he might be hindered in his quest and be less free to go whereso
he would, if he were dwelling with one who was so great with the
magnates as was Blaise.
Now Ralph was reading in a book when Richard came in, but he stood up
and greeted him; and Richard said smiling: "What have ye found in the
book, lord?" Said Ralph: "It telleth of the deeds of Alexander." "Is
there aught concerning the Well at the World's End therein?" said
Richard. "I have not found aught thereof as yet," said Ralph; "but the
book tells concerning the Dry Tree, and of kings sitting in their
chairs in the mountains nearby."
"Well then," said Richard, "maybe thou wilt think me the better
tale-teller." "Tell on then," quoth Richard. So they went and sat them
down in a window, and Richard said:
"When I came to Swevenham with two old men that I had known young, the
folk made much of me, and made me good cheer, whereof were over long to
tell thee; but to speak shortly, I drew the talk round to the matter
that we would wot of: for we spake of the Men of the Dry Tree, and an
old man began to say, as master Clement the other day, that this name
of theirs was but a token and an armoury which those champions have
taken from the Tree itself, which Alexander the Champion saw in his
wayfarings; and he said that this tree was on the hither side of the
mountains called the Wall of the World, and no great way from the last
of the towns whereto Clement will wend; for Clement told me the name
thereof, to wit, Goldburg. Then another and an older man, one that I
remember a stout carle ere I left Swevenham, said that this was not so,
but that the Tree was on the further side of the Wall of the World, and
that he who could lay his hand on the bole thereof was like enough to
drink of the Well at the World's End. Thereafter another spake, and
told a tale of how the champions at Hampton first took the Dry Tree for
a token; and he said that the rumour ran, that a woman had brought the
tidings thereof to those valiant men, and had fixed the name upon them,
though wherefore none knew. So the talk went on.
"But there was a carline sitting in the ingle, and she knew me and I
her. And indeed in days past, when I was restless and longing to
depart, she might have held me at Swevenham, for she was one of the
friends that I loved there: a word and a kiss had done it, or maybe the
kiss without the word: but if I had the word, I had not the kiss of
her. Well, when the talk began to fall, she spake and said to me:
"'Now it is somewhat strange that the talk must needs fall on this
seeking of that which shall not be found, whereas it was but the month
before thou wert last at Swevenham, that Wat Miller and Simon Bowyer
set off to seek the Well at the World's End, and took with them Alice
of Queenhough, whom Simon loved as well as might be, and Wat somewhat
more than well. Mindest thou not? There are more than I alive that
remember it.'
"'Yea,' said I, 'I remember it well.'
"For indeed, foster-son, these were the very three of whom I told thee,
though I told thee not their names.
"'Well,' said I; 'how sped they? Came they back, or any of them?'
'Nay,' she said, 'that were scarce to be looked for.' Said I: 'Have
any other to thy knowledge gone on this said quest?'
"'Yea,' she said, 'I will tell thee all about it, and then there will
be an end of the story, for none knoweth better thereof than I. First
there was that old man, the wizard, to whom folk from Swevenham and
other places about were used to seek for his lore in hidden matters;
and some months after those three had departed, folk who went to his
abode amongst the mountains found him not; and soon the word was about
that he also, for as feeble as he was, had gone to seek the Well at the
World's End; though may-happen it was not so. Then the next spring
after thy departure, Richard, comes home Arnold Wright from the wars,
and asks after Alice; and when he heard what had befallen, he takes a
scrip with a little meat for the road, lays his spear on his shoulder,
and is gone seeking the lost, and the thing which they found not--that,
I deem, was the end of him. Again the year after that, as I deem,
three of our carles fell in with two knights riding east from Whitwall,
and were questioned of them concerning the road to the said Well, and
doubted not but that they were on that quest. Furthermore (and some of
you wot this well enough, and more belike know it not) two of our young
men were faring by night and cloud on some errand, good or bad, it
matters not, on the highway thirty miles east of Whitwall: it was after
harvest, and the stubble-fields lay on either side of the way, and the
moon was behind thin clouds, so that it was light on the way, as they
told me; and they saw a woman wending before them afoot, and as they
came up with her, the moon ran out, and they saw that the woman was
fair, and that about her neck was a chaplet of gems that shone in the
moon, and they had a longing both for the jewel and the woman: but
before they laid hand on her they asked her of whence and whither, and
she said: From ruin and wrack to the Well at the World's End, and
therewith turned on them with a naked sword in her hand; so that they
shrank from before her.
"'Hearken once more: the next year came a knight to Swevenham, and
guested in this same house, and he sat just where sitteth now yon
yellow-headed swain, and the talk went on the same road as it hath gone
to-night; and I told him all the tale as I have said it e'en now; and
he asked many questions, but most of the Lady with the pair of beads.
And on the morrow he departed and we saw him not again.
"Then she was silent, but the young man at whom she had pointed blushed
red and stared at her wide-eyed, but said no word. But I spake: 'Well
dame, but have none else gone from Swevenham, or what hath befallen
them?'
"She said: 'Hearken yet! Twenty years agone a great sickness lay
heavy upon us and the folk of Whitwall, and when it was at its worst,
five of our young men, calling to mind all the tales concerning the
Well at the World's End, went their ways to seek it, and swore that
back would they never, save they found it and could bear its water to
the folk of Swevenham; and I suppose they kept their oath; for we saw
naught either of the water or of them. Well, I deem that this is the
last that I have to tell thee, Richard, concerning this matter: and now
is come the time for thee to tell tales of thyself.'
"Thus for that time dropped the talk of the Well at the World's End,
Lord Ralph, and of the way thither. But I hung about the township yet
a while, and yesterday as I stood on their stone bridge, and looked on
the water, up comes that long lad with the yellow hair that the dame
had pointed at, and says to me: 'Master Richard, saving thine age and
thy dignity and mastery, I can join an end to the tale which the
carline began on Sunday night.' 'Yea, forsooth?' said I, 'and how, my
lad?' Said he: 'Thou hast a goodly knife there in thy girdle, give it
to me, and I will tell thee.' 'Yea,' quoth I, 'if thy tale be
knife-worthy.'
"Well, the end of it was that he told me thus: That by night and moon
he came on one riding the highway, just about where the other woman had
been seen, whose tale he had heard of. He deemed at first this rider
to be a man, or a lad rather for smallness and slenderness, but coming
close up he found it was a woman, and saw on her neck a chaplet of
gems, and deemed it no great feat to take it of her: but he asked her
of whence and whither, and she answered:
"'From unrest to the Well at the World's End.'
"Then when he put out his hand to her, he saw a great anlace gleaming
in her hand, wherefore he forbore her; and this was but five days ago.
"So I gave the lad my knife, and deemed there would be little else to
hear in Swevenham for this bout; and at least I heard no more tales to
tell till I came away this morning; so there is my poke turned inside
out for thee. But this word further would I say to thee, that I have
seen on thy neck also a pair of beads exceeding goodly. Tell me now
whence came they."
"From my gossip, dame Katherine," said Ralph; "and it seems to me now,
though at the time I heeded the gift little save for its kindness, that
she thought something great might go with it; and there was a monk at
Higham on the Way, who sorely longed to have it of me." "Well," said
Richard, "that may well come to pass, that it shall lead thee to the
Well at the World's End. But as to the tales of Swevenham, what
deemest thou of them?" Said Ralph: "What are they, save a token that
folk believe that there is such a thing on earth as the Well? Yet I
have made up my mind already that I would so do as if I trowed in it.
So I am no nearer to it than erst. Now is there naught for it save to
abide Master Clement's coming; and when he hath brought me to Goldburg,
then shall I see how the quest looks by the daylight of that same
city." He spake so cheerfully that Richard looked at him askance,
wondering what was toward with him, and if mayhappen anything lay
underneath those words of his.
But in his heart Ralph was thinking of that last tale of the woman whom
the young man had met such a little while ago; and it seemed to him
that she must have been in Whitwall when he first came there; and he
scarce knew whether he were sorry or not that he had missed her: for
though it seemed to him that it would be little more than mere grief
and pain, nay, that it would be wicked and evil to be led to the Well
at the World's End by any other than her who was to have brought him
there; yet he longed, or thought he longed to speak with her concerning
that love of his heart, so early rewarded, so speedily beggared. For
indeed he doubted not that the said woman was the damsel of Bourton
Abbas, whose image had named herself Dorothea to him in that dream.