Chapter XXX. Osberne Goes to the Trysting-Place

But on the morrow ere the day was old, the guests departed in all

contentment each to his own folk, and Osberne and the Wethermel men

led them out with blessings.

When they were all gone and the unwonted stir was over, it seemed to

Osberne as if he were awaking from a dream, and his heart was in a

turmoil of hope and fear, so that he knew not what to do till he was

once more at the Bight of the Cloven Knoll. He tarried for nought save

to take up the gifts of Eastcheaping, and he had no weapon with him

save his bow and arrows wherewith to flit the said gifts across the

water, but he was gaily clad in a coat of green, flowered with gold,

which he had bought him at Eastcheaping; and a fair and lovely youth

he looked, as he strode along at his swiftest toward the

trysting-place, his face flushed, his brows a little knit with mingled

trouble and joy, his lips parted with his eager breathing. Whiles as

he went he said to himself, How many chances and changes there were,

and how might he expect to find Elfhild there again? And next, when he

had enough afflicted himself with thinking of her sick, or dead, or

wedded, his strong heart of a youth threw it off again, and he

thought, How could evil such as that befal him, the stalwarth and

joyous?

So he fared till he came within sight of the ness, and saw no figure

there on the top of it: yet he straightway fell to running, as though

he knew she had been waiting for him a long while; but as he ran he

kept his eyes down on the ground, so that he might not see her place

empty of her. But when he came to his place he lifted up his eyes, and

there to his great joy saw her coming up the ness; and when she saw

him she uttered a great cry and spread out her arms and reached out to

him. But as for him, he might make neither word nor sound a great

while, but stood looking on her. Then he said: "Is it well with thee?"

"O yea, yea," she said, "and over-well as now."

"Art thou wedded?" said he.

"Yea," she said, "unto thee."

"O would that we were, would that we were!" said Osberne.

"O!" she said, "be not sad this morning, or wish for aught so that it

grieve thee. Bethink thee how dear this moment is, now at last when

our eyes behold each other."

"Hast thou come here often to look for me?" said he. She said: "It was

the fourteenth of May was a year that we parted; now is this the

eighth day of October. That makes five hundred and eleven days: not

oftener than that have I come here to look for thee."

So piteous-kind she looked as she spake, that his bosom heaved and his

face changed, and he wept. She said: "I wish I had not said that to

make thee weep for me, my dear." He spake as his face cleared: "Nay,

my dear, it was not all for thee, but for me also; and it was not all

for grief, but for love." She said: "With this word thou givest me

leave to weep;" and she wept in good sooth.

Then in a while she said: "And now thou wilt sit down, wilt thou not?

and tell me all thy tale, and of thy great deeds, some wind whereof

hath been blown to us across the Sundering Flood. And sweet it will be

to hear thy voice going on and on, and telling me dear things of

thyself."

"Even so will I do," said Osberne, "if thou wilt; yet I were fain to

hear of thee and how thou hast fared; and thy words would I hear above

all things." The voice of him quavered as he spake, and he seemed to

find it hard to bring any words out: but his eyes were devouring her

as if he could never have enough of looking on her. Forsooth there was

cause, so fair she was, and he now come far into his eighteenth year.

She was that day clad all in black, without any adornment, and her

hair was knit up as a crown about her beauteous head, which sat upon

her shoulders as the swan upon the billow: her hair had darkened since

the days of her childhood, and was now brown mingled with gold, as

though the sun were within it; somewhat low it came down upon her

forehead, which was broad and white; her eyes were blue-grey and

lustrous, her cheeks a little hollow, but the jaw was truly wrought,

and fine and clear, and her chin firm and lovely carven; her lips not

very full, but red and lovely, her nose straight and fine. The colour

of her clear and sweet, but not blent with much red: rather it was as

if the gold of her hair had passed over her face and left some little

deal behind there. In all her face was a look half piteous, as though

she craved the love of folk; but yet both mirth and swift thought

brake through it at whiles, and sober wisdom shaded it into something

like sternness. Low-bosomed she was yet, and thin-flanked, and had

learned no tricks and graces of movement such as women of towns and

great houses use for the beguiling of men. But the dear simpleness of

her body in these days when the joy of childhood had left her, and a

high heart of good longing was ever before her, was an allurement of

love and far beyond any fooling such as that.

Now she said: "How thou lookest on me, dear Osberne, and thy face is

somewhat sober; is there aught that thou likest not in me? I will do

as thou biddest, and tell all the little there is to tell about me,

ere thou tellest me all the mickle thou hast to tell about thee."

He said, and still spake as if the words were somewhat hard to find:

"I look upon thee, Elfhild, because I love thee, and because thou hast

outgrown thy dearness of a year and a half agone and become a woman,

and I see thee so fair and lovely, that I fear for thee and me, that I

desire more than is my due, and that never shall we mend our

sundering; and that even what I have may be taken from me." She

smiled, yet somewhat faintly, and spake: "I call that ill said; yet

shalt thou not make me weep thereby, such joy as I have of the love in

thy words. But come, sit thou down, and I shall tell thee my tidings."

So they sat down as nigh unto the edge as they might; and Osberne

spake no more for that while, but looked and listened, and Elfhild

said: "Day by day I have come hither, sometimes sadder and sorrier

than at others, whiles with more hope, and whiles with less, whiles

also with none at all. Of that thou wottest already or may bethink

thee. Of tidings to call tidings the first is that my kinswoman, my

mother's sister, has changed her life: she died six months ago, and we

brought her to earth by the church of Allhallows the West, hard by the

place of the Cloven Mote. Needs must I say that, though she was the

last one of my kindred, the loss of her was no very grievous sorrow to

me, for ever she had heeded me little and loved me less, though she

used me not cruelly when I was little; and her burial was a stately

one as for a poor house in the West Dale. Now furthermore, as for the

carline who is the only one left to look after me, by my deeming she

doth love me, and moreover she hath belike more of a might than were

to be looked for of so old and frail-seeming a woman, and that besides

here mickle wisdom. Whereof hearken this, which is the second tidings

of note I have to tell thee. It is now some two months ago, when

summer was waning into autumn, that on an evening just after sunset we

were sitting after our wont in our house, which, though it be neither

grand nor great, is bigger than we need for us twain. Comes a knock on

the door, and the carline goes thereto, and is followed back into the

chamber by a tall man, clad neither as one of our country-side nor as

a warrior, but in a long black gown with furred edges. He had no

weapons save a short sword and a whittle in his girdle; he was not

ill-looked, black-bearded and ruddy-faced, and seemed strong-built, a

man of about five and forty winters. He hailed us courteously, and

asked if he might abide with us till morning, and we naysaid him not,

if he might do with such cheer as we might make him. He smiled and

said any cheer was better worth to him that the desert as at that

time: and he said withal that he had a way-beast without who was as

weary as was he; and, says he, there is a pair of saddle-bags on him,

which many would not deem overmuch of a burden, if they had not very

far to carry it.

"So I went out a-doors with him to see after his nag and saddle-bags;

and I led the horse into the same stall where was winter quarters for

our two horses; but this was a very big stark beast, grey of colour,

such as we have not in this land; and I gave him hay and barley, but

the saddle-bags he brought back with him into the chamber. And he kept

ever by my side on the way there and back, and looked at me oft in the

failing light, though I was but in my sorry old raiment with bare

feet, in such guise as thou hast not seen me for years, my dear.

Howsoever, I heeded it not at the time, and we both came back into the

chamber, where Dame Anna had now lighted the candles. Shortly to say,

we put what meat and drink we might before our guest, and he seemed

well content therewith; and he was merry with us, and showed himself a

man of many words deftly strung together, and spared not to tell us

many things about tidings of far and noble countries, and the ways of

men both great and small therein. And he said that he was a chapman

journeying after gain, and looked to buy wares in the Dale, and

therewith he asked us if we had aught to sell him, but Anna laughed

and said: 'Fair sir, were ye to buy all this and all that is in it,

from groundsell to roofridge, and all our kine and sheep and horses to

boot, little would the tide of gold ebb in thy bags yonder.' 'I wot

not,' said he; 'who may say what treasure ye have been hoarding here

this long while?' He looked on me as he spake, and I reddened and

looked down, for in my heart I was thinking of the pipe and the gemmed

necklace which the Dwarfs had given me. And yet more than all, of thy

gifts, Osberne, which have been so dear to me: for soothly to say, of

these matters I had never told Dame Anna, though she knoweth that I go

oft to look upon thee here and that I love thee. However, that talk

ran off, and presently the chapman got to asking Anna about the

matters of the Dale, and the ways of its folk, and amongst other

things as to how wealthy they were, and she answered him simply as she

could. He asked her also if they loved their bairns and children well,

and also if they had any custom thereabout of casting any of their

women-children forth, if it happened to be their fortune to have many

daughters and little meat, and that especially when the years were

bad. But thereat she cried out Haro! and said that such a deed was

unheard of, and that when times were bad and there was lack, then hand

helped foot and foot hand.

"'Well,' says he, smiling, 'that failed Hamdir's Sons once, and may do

others again.' Then he asked withal if it were not true that things

had run short in the Dale this last season; and she answered, as was

true of this west side of the Dale, where was no man called to war,

that so it was. And again that talk dropped. But the carline,

methought, looked keenly at him. After a while Anna asked the guest if

he had will to go to bed, and he answered, No, he would wake the meat

well into his belly. Then she bade me fare to bed, which I did, nought

loth, for when all was said, I scarce liked the looks of the man. As

for my bed, it was a shut-bed, and opened not out of the chamber

wherein we were, but out of an inner one, rather long than wide. There

I lay down and went to sleep before long, but deemed I heard no little

talk going on betwixt Anna and the guest ere I forgat it all. And

moreover Anna came to me and waved her hands over me before I went off

sound.

"But when I woke again it seemed to me that I had slept long, but I

slipped out of bed and laid hold of my smock to do it on, and even

therewith I shrank aback, for there before me, naked in his shirt and

holding the door of my shut-bed with one hand and his whittle in the

other, was the stranger. But therewithal came Dame Anna and said:

'Heed him not, for as yet he is asleep though his eyes be open. Do on

thy raiment speedily, my Elfhild, and come forth with me, and let him

wake up by himself.' Even so I did, not rightly understanding her

words. But when we were gotten into the garth and the mead Anna told

me all, to wit, how that this wretch, after I had gone to sleep, had

bidden her a price for me to bear me off safely and wholly with him.

And that may easily be done, says he, as I see of thee that thou art

wise in wizardry and canst throw the maiden into a sleep which she

will not awake from till due time is; for, says he, I want two things,

to have her in mine arms to do as I will with, and thereafter to bear

her home with me, will she nill she. 'Now,' said Anna, 'I would not

wholly gainsay him at once, for I would have my fox safe in my trap;

so I hemmed and hawed, and said that he might belike rue his bargain

unless he were full sure what it were worth; and to be short, I so

egged him on and drew him back, and drew him back and egged him on,

that at last he took off his outer raiment, gat his bare whittle in

one hand, and laid the other on the door. Now, my dear, I have long

known thy door that I may so do that it will do my will in many

matters; so when I saw the chapman's hand on the edge thereof, I spake

a few words to it and went to bed myself, whereas I wotted that

runagate could not move hand from door-board, or foot from

floor-board, till the time which I had appointed to him; and thee also

I had sent to sleep till the very time when thou didst awaken e'en

now.' 'But what shall we do now?' said I. Said Anna: 'We will abide

here in the shaw: there is meat on the board for the guest, and his

raiment will not be hard to find, and he knows where are his horse and

his gear and his saddle-bags. I doubt me he will not be eager to say

farewell either to thee or to me; for he is not man enough to take his

sword in his fist against even an old carline and a young maiden.' So

in the shaw we gat us; as I have told thee, it is at the back of our

houses but a furlong off. And there we lay till a little past noon,

when we heard a horse going not far off. So we crept to the very edge

of the wood and looked forth privily, and presently we saw our chapman

riding off west with his saddle-bags and all, and his face was worn

and doleful; at that Anna grinned spitefully, nor for my part might I

altogether refrain my laughter. But thou dost not laugh, Osberne?" He

sprang up and cried out fiercely: "I would I had been there to cleave

his skull! Many a better man I have slain for less cause."

Then they were silent a while, and she sat looking on him fondly, till

she spake at last: "Sweetheart, art thou angry with me for telling

this tale?"

"Nay, nay," he said; "how might I live save thou told me everything

that befel thee? Yet I must tell thee that I well-nigh wish I had not

heard this one; for there thou dwellest, with none other to ward thee

than a carline stricken in years; and though I wot well from all thou

hast said of her, and this last tale in special, that she has mickle

might in her, yet she cannot be always with thee, nor belike ever

thinking of thee. God forbid, sweetheart, that I should speak to thee

in the tongue of the courts and the great houses and lords' palaces,

whenas for a fashion of talking they say of their lemans, and they not

always nor often exceeding fair, that they be jewels beyond all price,

whom an host of men were not enough to ward. But this I will say," and

he blushed very red at the word, "that thou art so lovely and so dear

that thy man, thy love, and the stout and good friends who love him,

were not over many for thy guarding even in this lonely place. And

with all that I can be of no more use thereto than if I were a wooden

man."

She stood up also, and he saw that the tears ran over her cheeks, and

he stretched out his arms to her; but she said: "Grieve not too much,

my friend; and know, as thou saidst e'en now of thyself, that these

tears are not wholly for sorrow of thy grief, but O! so much and so

much for joy of thy kindness. And one thing I must tell thee, that if

I am alone in my house, I am at least alone with a friend, and one who

loves me. And this shall come of it, that now every day I shall come

down to the tryst, for the carline will hinder me in no way. But I

know that oft thou wilt come to meet me: yet belike often thou wilt

not, because I wot how thou hast work to do and things wherein folk

call for thee to serve them. So any day if thou come not it shall be

well, and if thou come it shall be better."

Now at last he seemed to be learning the full sweetness of her. But

she held up her band and said: "Now I bid thee tarry no longer, but

fail to and tell me the tale of thy deeds; for soon shall the short

autumn day be waning, and the moment of parting shall steal upon us

ere we be ware." Even so he did now; but at first, to say sooth, he

made but a poor minstrel, so much his mind was turned unto what she

had been telling him; but after a while his scaldship quickened him,

and he told her much in a manner like life, so that she might see the

tidings going on before her. And he held her enwrapped in his tale

till the dark and the dusk began to rise up over the earth, and then

for that time they parted, and there was to be more of the war of

Eastcheaping on the day after tomorrow.

So went Osberne home to Wethermel, and at first it seemed to him as if

this first meeting after so long a while had scarce been so good as he

had looked for; for both his longing to be close to his love, and the

fear which had arisen in him as to the stealing of her, were somewhat

of a weight on his heart. But after a little, when he had first been

among folk and then alone, all that doubt and trouble melted away in

the remembrance of her, as she had been really standing before his

eyes, and there was now little pain and much sweetness in the longing

wherewith he longed for her.

So on the said day appointed he went to meet her, smiling and happy

and fresh as a rose; and she was of like mien, and when they faced

each other she smote her palms together as in the old childish time,

and cried out: "Ah! now the warrior is all ready, and the minstrel is

stuffed full of his tale, and happy shall be the hour." And even so it

was.

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