Chapter XI. Osberne Shoots a Gift Across the Flood

Now when the three days were over he went his ways to the Bight of the

Cloven Knoll, and Stephen smiled and nodded to him friendly as he went

out of the door, and once more he was clad in his red-scarlet raiment.

He had his bow in his hand, and besides the three arrows which the

hillman had given, he had two others out of the goodman's quiver.

Moreover he had thought over from time to time what he might give to

the maiden, and now he had in his pouch a fair gold piece which his

mother had given him when he was yet very young, and he thought that

this were a fair gift might he but get it over to the other side of

the Sundering Flood.

Now when he was within eyeshot of the ness, he looked thither, and saw

a little figure on the crest thereof, and knew that the maiden had

prevented him and was there already, so he hastened all he might to

his own vantage ground, and straightway he gave her the sele of the

day, and she greeted him kindly. Then he looks and sees that she is

somewhat decked out for this meeting, for not only did the Dwarfs'

gift, the necklace, gleam and glitter on her little flat child's

bosom, but also she had made her a wreath for her head of the spring

flowers, and another had she done about her loins. She stood there

saying nothing a while, and it seemed to him that she was waiting for

him to praise this new-wrought adornment. So he said: "Thou art in

fairer guise than when first I saw thee; is there any high-tide toward

at thy stead?"

"Nay," she said; "I did this because I looked to see thee today,

whereas the other time we happed on each other unawares. But hast thou

done any more great deeds?"

He laughed and said: "Nay, nay, let me grow a few days older yet.

Nevertheless there is this new thing, that this morning I have brought

thee a gift which I deem I may to flit to thee, and I shall give it to

thee with a good will if thou wilt promise that thou wilt not part

with it ever."

"With all my heart will I promise that," she said; "but tell me what

it is; show it to me."

He drew it forth and held it up between his finger and thumb, and

said: "It is a golden penny, very fair, and I deem it comes from some

far country. My mother gave it to me when I was very young; yet I

remember that she bade me part not with it, save I should give it to

one unto whom I wished all luck, for that she deemed that luck went

with it. Now thou art so fair and so dear, and my only fellow of like

age, that I wish luck to thee as much as luck can be found: so I will

flit it to thee this wise, that I will do it up in a piece of cloth

and tie it to the head of this arrow (which is of no account), and

shoot it over to thee." And therewith he knelt down and fell to

wrapping it up in the rag.

As for the maiden, she was all eager, and quivering with joy at the

getting of such a gift; yet she spake and said: "O how good thou art

to me: yet I deem not that thou shouldst give me thy mother's gift.

And moreover why shouldst thou shoot away thy luck? It may be that I

am not doomed to be lucky, as surely thou art; and it may well be that

thou mayst give me thy luck and make thee less lucky, without eking

mine, if unluck be my weird."

Now though he had set his heart on giving the gold to the fair child,

yet her words seemed wise to him, and he said: "What then shall we

do?" She said: "Abide a while till I think of it."

So they were silent a while, both of them, till the little maid looked

up and said: "Is it a round thing?" "Yea," said he. "What is there

upon it?" she said. Quoth Osberne: "On one side be two warriors, and

on the other the Rood and certain letters."

She thought again and said: "How much were it marred if it were

halved, one warrior and half a cross?" He said: "That hangs upon this,

who has one half and who the other." She said "How would it be, since

I can see that thou wishest that I should share thy gift, and belike

thy luck also, if thou wert to do it into two halves, and keep one

thyself and shoot me the other over the flood?" He leapt up and fell

a-dancing for joy as she spake, and cried out: "O, but thou art wise!

Now I can see that this is what my mother meant me to do, to share the

gold and the luck."

Therewith he took the penny out of its wrapping and drew forth his

whittle, and gat a big stone and set the gold on the steel and smote

it, deftly enough; for he was no ill smith for his years. Then he

stood up and cried out: "There, it is done, and neither of the

warriors is scathed, for there was a waste place betwixt them. Now

then for the shaft and the bow!" The maiden looked eagerly with

knitted brows, and soon saw Osberne take up the shaft and nock it on

the bowstring.

Then he said: "Take heed and stand still and the halfling shall be

thine. Look now, I will send the shaft so that it shall go in the

grass-grown cleft betwixt the two big stones behind thee to thy right

hand." He raised his bow therewith, and saw how she gathered her

skirts about her, as if she would not have them hinder the shaft. Then

he loosed, and the shaft flew, but she abode still a little; and he

laughed and said: "Go, maiden, and find the shaft and the gold." Then

she turned and ran to the cleft, and took out the arrow, and did off

the wrapping with trembling fingers, and gat the gold and looked on

it, and cried out: "O the fair warrior! such like shalt thou be on a

penny, dear child."

Then she came forward again and said: "Now this is strange, that

neither last time nor now have we told each other our names: now I

will tell thee that my name is Elfhild, of Hartshaw Knolls. What is

thine?"

"Elfhild my child," said he, "my name is Osberne Wulfgrim's son, and I

am of Wethermel, as I told thee. Yet belike it is not so strange that

we have not told our names hitherto, and I hope no ill-luck will go

with our telling them, for I suppose that people give each other names

when there are many of them, and they would know one from another. But

as to us, there be only two of us, so that if I call thee Maiden, and

thou call me Swain, it had been enough. Nevertheless I am fain of

calling thee Elfhild."

"And I am full fain of calling thee Osberne," she said. "Besides, if

at any time both thou and I were to depart from this country-side we

might chance to meet amongst folk of many names, and thus we might the

better know each other--But O!" she said, growing exceeding eager,

"dost thou know how good a gift thou has given me? For the halves of

the penny, we shall both keep them for ever, as thou knowest, and by

our having them we shall know each other if we meet in the world

without and our faces have become changed."

Said Osberne: "I deem not that my face will change very much, at least

not till I grow old--nor do I think that thine will either." She

laughed merrily: "O, bairn Osberne, when thou art become a man and a

great man, and art called maybe Earl Osberne Wulfgrimsson, will not

thy face have changed, and thou with the beard and the fierce eyes,

and the mouth that hath shouted in the battle? As for me, Allhallows

grant it that my face may change: look at me, a kind of red crow now,

all skinny and spindle-legged, and yet I may grow to be a fair woman;

and then indeed I should be fain for thee to see me. For somehow it

seems to be shown to me that thou wilt be loved of women & love them

somewhat over-much."

"For my part," said Osberne, "I seem to see of myself that I shall

have much to do slaying wolves and evil things, and standing before

kings and getting gifts of them, so that there will be little time for

me to go about loving women--yet thee I shall ever love, Elfhild."

And he reddened as he spake this, as though he were a youth before his

time. But Elfhild said: "In all ways thou art kind to me, and thee

shall I ever love. But now tell me, Osberne, what wouldst thou have me

do today to make game and play for thee?" Said he: "Call up the sheep

again to thee with the sweet little pipe, for therein is much game."

She nodded her head merrily, and drew forth her pipe and played, and

the sheep came bundling up as the day before; and she danced and

played a long while, and Osberne clapped his hands and laughed and

egged her on, and was full fain of her dancing, and forsooth it was a

wonder and delight to see her.

At last she was wearied out, and cast herself on the grass at the very

edge of the cliff, and said that she could no more. And Osberne

thanked her kindly.

So when she had gotten her breath again, she asked him what next she

should do for his disport. And he bade tell him of how she lived with

those two women, her aunts, and what she did from day to day. So she

sat down as on the other day, with her legs hanging down over the

grisly flood, and told him full sweetly of her joys and her work and

her troubles. And some of the tale was piteous enough, for the two

kinswomen, who were by no means old, for the eldest was only of thirty

summers, were somewhat hard with the child and right careless of her,

as shall be shown afterwards.

But after a little she broke off and said: "But Osberne, dear, these

be no fair tales for thee, though thou art kind to hearken to them. I

have better tales than that, of champions to wit, and ladies and

castles and dragons and the like, that I have heard; some of my

kinswomen, some of folk that come to our house at a pinch, for it is a

poor house; and some, yea and most and the best, from an old woman who

dwelleth in a cot not far from us. And she loveth me and hath learned

me much lore; and I will tell thee thereof if thou wilt hearken."

"I will well," said he, "and thanks thou shalt have of me; I would I

might give thee some other gift." She said: "My tale reward will be

that thou shalt tell me over and over the staves thou madest last time

we met, till I have them by heart. And other staves shalt thou make

for me if thou wilt." "Thus is the bargain struck," said the lad, "now

get thee to the work."

So the little maiden fell to telling him a tale of the Faery, and when

it was done he asked for another; but this was a long one, and wore

the day down, so that Elfhild must needs depart ere it was done. Then

was a talk of when the next meeting should be, and to Osberne nought

was near enough save tomorrow. But Elfhild said that it was nought

safe, lest aught should wake up her kinswomen to asking of her

whereabouts, and again the meeting was appointed for three days hence;

but had it not been for the tale, for which something must be risked,

Elfhild said that the time between must be a week. So each of the

children departed to their houses well pleased.

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