The Roots of the Mountains; Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale by William Morris
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Said she: 'Would he not have had thee seek to the Cities, to see the
ways of the outer world?' 'Yea,' said he. She said: 'Thou wert wise to naysay that offer; thou shalt have enough to do in the Dale and round about it in twelve months' time.' 'Art thou foresighted?' said he. 'Folk have called me so,' she said, 'but I wot not. But thy brother Hall-face, how fareth he?' 'Well;' said he, 'to my deeming he is the Sword of our House, and the Warrior of the Dale, if the days were ready for him.' 'And Stone-face, that stark ancient,' she said, 'doth he still love the Folk of the Dale, and hate all other folks?' 'Nay,' he said, 'I know not that, but I know that he loveth as, and above all me and my father.' Again she spake: 'How fareth the Bride, the fair maid to whom thou art affianced?' As she spake, it was to him as if his heart was stricken cold; but he put a force upon himself, and neither reddened nor whitened, nor changed countenance in any way; so he answered: 'She was well the eve of yesterday.' Then he remembered what she |
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