Chapter XII. Of a Guest Called Waywearer

Now hereafter all went the same way, that from time to time they met

on either side the Sundering Flood, save that Osberne came not ever in

his fair-dyed raiment, but was mostly clad in russet; but on Elfhild's

birthday he was clad in his best. Otherwise nought befel to tell of.

Whiles either of the children were ailing, whiles Elfhild was kept at

home by her kinswomen, and so they failed each other, but never by

their own will. The one who came to the trysting-place and missed the

other was sore grieved, and in special Osberne, whose child's heart

swelled nigh to bursting with sorrow mingled with wrath, and at such

times the Sundering Flood seemed to him like the coils of a deadly

serpent which was strangling the life out of him, and he would wend

home in all despair.

So wore the days through spring and summer and early autumn, and at

Wethermel all went smoothly, and the goodman there was better pleased

than ever with his new man, who, if he ate two men's victuals, did

three men's work; as for Osberne, he loved Stephen dearly, and Stephen

for his part was for ever doing something for his disport, and in two

ways in special. For first he was, like Elfhild, stuffed with all

kinds of tales and histories, and oft when they were out a-shepherding

he would tell these to Osberne day-long; and not unseldom when the

tale was underway the lad would cry out: "Fair is thy tale, but I have

heard it before, only it is different thus and thus." And in sooth, he

had heard it from Elfhild. The other matter was that Stephen was a

smith exceeding deft, and learned the craft to Osberne, so that by the

end of the year he bade fair to be a good smith himself. Moreover,

whiles would Stephen take a scrap of iron and a little deal of silver,

as a silver penny or florin, from out of his hoard, and would fashion

it into an ouch or chain or arm-ring, so quaintly and finely that it

was a joy to look on. And every one of those things would Stephen give

to Osberne with a friendly grin, and Osberne took them with a joyful

heart because now he had a new thing to give to Elfhild, and each one

he shot across the river unto her the soonest that he might. But

whiles, when his heart was full, Osberne would say to the smith: "Thou

givest me so much, and doest so well by me, that I know not how ever I

am to make it good to thee." And Stephen would say: "Fear not, master,

the time will come when thou mayst do such good to me as shall pay for

all at once."

Now befel tidings on a day of the beginning of October; for the wind,

which had been high and blustering all day, grew greater and greater

by then candles were lighted in the hall, till it was blowing a great

gale from the south-west, which seemed like to lift the house-roof.

Then befel a knocking on the house-door, and Stephen went thereto and

opened it, & came back with a man all dripping & towzelled with the

storm. He was a tall man, yellow-haired, and goodly both of face and

body, but his face much hidden with a beard untrimmed, and never a

shoe had he to his foot: yet was he bold and free of mien despite his

poor attire. He carried some long thing under his arm wrapped up in

cloth which was bound about with twine and sealed every here and there

with yellow wax.

The goodman started up when he came in, and made as if he would have

the newcomer put out, and he muttered: "We keep no house for the

harbouring of runagates." Yet he looked at Osberne withal, for he was

now grown so masterful that nought was done in the house without him;

and the lad stood up straightway and came to the newcomer and bade him

welcome from out the storm. Then he took him by the hand and led him

up to the hearth, and spake to his grandam: "Goodwife, this our guest

has been in rough weather without, and ere he sits down to meat with

us, it were well to take him into the inner chamber and wash his feet,

and find him dry raiment." The goodwife looked kindly on the guest and

bade him come with her, and he went; but ere his back was turned,

Osberne looked on him and caught a glance of his eye, and therewith he

was sure that despite his rags and wretchedness this was his friend

Steelhead. In a while he came back into the hall, clad and shod as

well as might be done in a hurry, and Osberne led him into his own

seat at the board, and gave him to drink; and Stephen withal served

him with all care, so that he was in an hospitable house, save that

the goodman cast somewhat grudging glances on him, but whereas he

might not gainsay all the rest of his household, there was little

scathe therein.

But when the guest sat down, he took that long bundle and gave it into

Osberne's hands, and said: "Thou art so friendly to a gangrel man,

that I make bold to ask this grace of thee also, to wit that thou wilt

heed this bundle, and let none other touch it, and give it back to me

tomorrow morning ere I depart." Osberne yeasaid to that, and took the

bundle and laid it at his bed-head. And therewith the meat was brought

in, and the meal was merry; for now the guest seemed so noble-looking

a man and so cheerful of countenance and so debonair, that none save

the goodman thought any longer of his rags wherewith he had come into

the hall out of the storm. But even the goodman was better with him

presently, when he saw that though he ate and drank like a tall man,

he needed no such abundance for the filling of his maw as did Stephen.

Ere they began drinking the guest said: "I may as well tell you folks

my name, since ye are so good to me, and have not asked for it, and ye

must know that I am called Waywearer, and that I wish increase of good

unto this house."

Then the cup went round and they drank late into the night, and when

they had drunk the voidee cup, Osberne led the newcomer to the

guest-chamber, and kissed him with good-night, but made no show of

knowing who he was.

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