Chapter IX. The Bight of the Cloven Knoll

And now it was mid-April, and the goodman dight him to ride to a mote

of the neighbours at a stead hight Bullmeads, where the Dalesmen were

wont to gather in the spring, that they might ride thence all together

to the town of Eastcheaping and sell the autumn clip of wool and do

other chaffer. So the carle goes his ways alone, and will be one night

at Bullmeads and two at Eastcheaping, and then another at Bullmeads,

and be back on the fifth day. And when he was gone comes Stephen to

Osberne, and says: "Young master, I am going presently to the hill

with the sheep, and thou needest neither to go with me nor fare

a-hunting today, since the house is full of meat; so thou art free,

and were I in thy shoes I would go straight from this door down to the

water-side, and see if thou mayst not happen on something fair or

seldom seen. But hearken to my rede, if thou comest on aught such,

thou hast no need to tell of it to any one, not even to me. [And it

were not amiss to do on they coat of scarlet.]"

Osberne thanks him, and takes his bow of arrows and goes his way and

comes to the riverside and turns his face south, and goes slowly along

the very edge of the water; and the water itself drew his eyes down to

gaze on the dark green deeps and fierce downlong swirl of the stream,

with its sharp clean lines as if they were carven in steel, and the

curling and upheaval and sudden changing of the talking eddies: so

that he scarce might see the familiar greensward of the further shore.

At last, when he had gone thus more than two miles from where he first

hit the water, a long straight reach lay before him, and as he looked

down it, it seemed as if the river came presently to an end; but in

sooth there was a sharp turn to the east by which the water ran, but

narrowing much; and this narrowing was made by the thrusting forth of

the western bank into a sharp ness, which, from where Osberne now

stood, showed a wide flank facing, as it seemed, the whole hurrying

stream of the Flood. But the stream turned ere it smote the cliff, and

striving for the narrow outgate made a prodigious eddy or whirlpool

ere it might clear itself of the under-water foot of the ness and

make eastward so as to rush on toward the sea. But in the face of the

wall, in the bight where the whirlpool turned from it, was a cave the

height of a tall man, and some four feet athwart, and below it a ledge

thrust out from the sheer rock and hanging over the terrible water,

and it was but a yard wide or so. It was but ten feet above the water,

and from it to the grass above must have been a matter of forty foot.

But the ness as it thrust forth into the river rose also, so that its

crest was a score of feet higher where it went down into the water

than its base amidst the green grass. Then came the strait passage of

the water, some thirty feet across, and then the bank of the eastern

side, which, though it thrust out not, but rather was as it were

driven back by the stream, yet it rose toward the water, though not so

much as the ness over against it. It was as if some one had cast down

a knoll across the Sundering Flood, and the stream had washed away the

sloped side thereof, and then had sheared its way through by the east

side where the ground was the softest. Forsooth so it seemed to the

Dalesmen, for on either side they called it the Bight of the Cloven

Knoll.

Osberne stood amazed right over against the cave in the cliff-side,

and stared at the boiling waters beneath him, that seemed mighty

enough to have made a hole in the ship of the world and sunk it in the

deep. And he wondered at the cave, whether it was there by chance hap,

or that some hands had wrought it for an habitation.

And as he stood gazing there, on a sudden there came out of the cave a

shape as of man, and stood upon the ledge above the water, and the lad

saw at once that it was a little maiden of about his own age, with

ruddy golden hair streaming down from her head, and she was clad in a

short coat of dark blue stuff and no more raiment, as far as he could

see. Now as aforesaid Osberne was in his holiday raiment of

red-scarlet by the bidding of Stephen. Now the maiden looks up and

sees the lad standing on the eastern shore, and starts back

astonished. Then she came forward again and looked under the sharp of

her hand, for the sun shone from the south and was cast back dazzling

from the water. There was but some thirty feet of water between them,

but all gurgling and rushing and talking, so the child raised a shrill

and clear voice as she clapped her hands together and cried: "O thou

beauteous creature, what art thou?" Osberne laughed, and said in a

loud voice: "I am a man but young of years, so that they call me a

boy, and a bairn, and a lad. But what art thou?"

"Nay, nay," she said, "I must be nigher to thee; it is over-wide here

amidst the waters' speech. Fare up to the top on thy side, and so will

I." And therewith she turned about and fell to climbing up the side of

the cliff by the broken black staves and the shaly slips. And though

Osberne were a boy, yea and a tough one in some ways, he trembled and

his heart beat quick to see the little creature wending that perilous

upright road, and he might not take his eyes off her till she had

landed safely on the greensward; then he turned and went swiftly up

the eastern knoll, and reached the edge of the sheer rock just as the

maiden came running up the ness on her side.

He spake not, for he was eyeing her closely, and she might not speak

for a while for lack of breath. At last she said: "Now are we as near

to each other as we may be today; yea for many days, or it may be for

all our lives long: so now let us talk." She set her two feet together

and held her hands in front of her, and so stood as if she looked for

him to begin. But the words came not speedily to his mouth, and at

last she said: "I wonder why thou wilt not speak again; for thy laugh

was as the voice of a dear bird; and thy voice is beauteous, so loud

and clear."

He laughed, and said: "Well then, I will speak. Tell me what thou art.

Art thou of the Faery? for thou art too well shapen to be of the

Dwarfkin." She clapped her hands together and laughed; then she said:

"I laughed not as mocking thy question, but for joy to hear thy voice

again. Nay, nay, I am no faery, but of the children of men. But thou,

art thou not of the sons of the Land-wights?"

"No more than thou art," said he. "I am also a goodman's son, but my

father is dead, and my mother also, and I live at home at Wethermel up

the water, with my grandsire and grandam."

Said she: "Are they kind to thee?" The lad drew himself up: "I am kind

to them," said he. "How goodly thou art!" she said; "that was why I

dreamed thou must be of the Land-wights, because I have seen divers

men, some old, some young like to thee, but none half so goodly." He

smiled, and said: "Well, I thought thou wert of the Faery because thou

art goodly and little. I have seen a pretty maid not long since, but

she was older than thou, I deem, and far taller. But tell me, how old

art thou?" She said: "When May is half worn I shall be of thirteen

winters."

"Lo now," said he, "we be nigh of an age; I was thirteen in early

April. But thou hast not told me where thou dwellest, and how." She

said: "I dwell at Hartshaw Knolls hard by. I am the daughter of a

goodman, as thou art, and my father and mother are dead, so that my

father I never saw, and now I dwell with my two aunts and they be both

older than was my mother."

"Are they kind to thee?" said the lad, laughing that he must cast back

her question. "Whiles," said she, laughing also, "and whiles not:

maybe that is because I am not always kind to them, as thou art to thy

folk." He answered nought, and she was silent a while; then he said:

"What is in thy mind, maiden?" "This," she said, "that I am thinking

how fair a chance it was that I should have seen thee, for thou hast

made me so glad." Said he: "We can see each other again belike and

make it less of a chance." "O yea," she said, and was silent a while.

Said he: "I wot not why it was that thou wert in the cave: and tell

me, is it not exceeding perilous, the climbing up and down? Why wilt

thou do that? Also, I must tell thee, that this was another cause why I

thought thou wert of the Faery, that thou camest out of the cave."

Said she: "I will tell thee all about the cave; but first as to the

peril of going thither and coming hence: wouldst thou be very sorry if

I were lost on the way?" "Yea," said he, "exceeding sorry." "Well,"

said she, "then fear it not, for it is so much a wont of mine that to

me there is no peril therein: yet I am glad that thou wert afraid for

me." "I was sore afraid," said Osberne.

"Now as to the cave," said the maiden. "I found it out two years ago,

when I was very little, and the women had been less than kind to me.

And thither may I go whenas I would that they should seek me not;

because folk say that it is a dwelling of the Dwarfs, and they fear to

enter it. Besides, when I think of my kinswomen coming down the rock

to find me therein, and they be tall, and one stiff, as if she were

cut out of timber, and the other exceeding fat, that makes me merry!"

And therewith she sat down on the very edge of the cliff with her

little legs hanging over the water, and laughed, rocking to and fro in

her laughter, and Osberne laughed also. But he said: "But art thou not

afraid of the Dwarfs?" She said: "Dear bairn or boy, I had been there

many times before I heard tell of the Dwarfs, and I gat no harm, and

after I had heard the tale I went still, and still gat no harm; nay I

will tell thee somewhat: I gat gifts, or such they seemed unto me.

First I had to herd the sheep and take them to the best grass, and

whiles they strayed and were wearisome to me, and I came home with

divers missing, and then would I be wyted or even whipped for what was

no fault of mine. And one such time I betook me to the cave and sat

therein and wept, and complained to myself of my harm, and when I went

out of the cave I saw on the ledge close to my foot a thing lying, and

I took it up, and saw that it was a pipe with seven holes therein, and

when I blew into it, it made sweet and merry little music. So I

thought it great prize, and went away home with it, with all my

sorrows well healed. But the next day I drave my sheep to grass, as my

business was, and as oft happened, they strayed, and I followed them

and gat nothing done; so I was weary, and afraid of what would betide

at home in the stead. So I sat down on a stone, and when I had wept a

little I thought I would comfort myself with the music of the pipe.

But lo a wonder, for no sooner had a note or two sounded than all the

sheep came running up to me, bleating and mowing, and would rub

against my sides as I sat piping, and home I brought every head in all

glee. And even so has it befallen ever since; and that was hard on a

year agone. Fair boy, what dost thou think I am doing now?" Osberne

laughed. "Disporting thee in speech with a friend," said he. "Nay,"

said she, "but I am shepherding sheep."

And she drew forth the pipe from her bosom and fell to playing it, and

a ravishing sweet melody came thence, and so merry that the lad

himself began to shift his feet as one moving to measure, and

straightway he heard a sound of bleating, and sheep came running

toward the maiden from all about. Then she arose and ran to them, lest

they should shove each other into the water; and she danced before

them, lifting up her scanty blue skirts and twinkling her bare feet

and legs, while her hair danced about her, and the sheep, they too

capered and danced about as if she had bidden them. And the boy looked

on and laughed without stint, and he deemed it the best of games to

behold. But when she was weary she came back to the head of the ness

and sat down again as before, and let the sheep go where they would.

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