And many past, but none regarded
her,
For in that realm of lawless turbulence,
A woman weeping for her murder’d
mate
Was cared as much for as a summer shower:
One took him for a victim of Earl Doorm,
Nor dared to waste a perilous pity on
him:
Another hurrying past, a man-at-arms,
Rode on a mission to the bandit Earl;
Half whistling and half singing a coarse
song,
He drove the dust against her veilless
eyes:
Another, flying from the wrath of Doorm
Before an ever-fancied arrow, made
The long way smoke beneath him in his
fear;
At which her palfrey whinnying lifted
heel
And scour’d into the coppices and
was lost,
While the great charger stood, grieved
like a man.
But at the point of noon the
huge Earl Doorm,
Broad-faced with under-fringe of russet
beard,
Bound on a foray, rolling eyes of prey,
Came riding with a hundred lances up;
But ere he came, like one that hails a
ship,
Cried out with a big voice, “What,
is he dead?”
“No, no, not dead!” she answer’d
in all haste.
“Would some of your kind people
take him up,
And bear him hence out of this cruel sun?
Most sure am I, quite sure, he is not
dead.”
Then said Earl Doorm:
“Well, if he be not dead,
Why wail ye for him thus? ye seem a child.
And be he dead, I count you for a fool;
Your wailing will not quicken him:
dead or not,
Ye mar a comely face with idiot tears.
Yet, since the face is comely—some
of you,
Here, take him up, and bear him to our
hall:
An if he live, we will have him of our
band;
And if he die, why earth has earth enough
To hide him. See ye take the charger
too,
A noble one.”
He
spake, and past away,
But left two brawny spearmen, who advanced,
Each growling like a dog, when his good
bone
Seems to be pluck’d at by the village
boys
Who love to vex him eating, and he fears
To lose his bone, and lays his foot upon
it,
Gnawing and growling: so the ruffians
growl’d,
Fearing to lose, and all for a dead man,
Their chance of booty from the morning’s
raid,
Yet raised and laid him on a litter-bier,
Such as they brought upon their forays
out
For those that might be wounded; laid
him on it
All in the hollow of his shield, and took
And bore him to the naked hall of Doorm,
(His gentle charger following him unled)
And cast him and the bier in which he
lay
Down on an oaken settle in the hall,
And then departed, hot in haste to join
Their luckier mates, but growling as before,
And cursing their lost time, and the dead
man,
And their own Earl, and their own souls,
and her.
They might as well have blest her:
she was deaf
To blessing or to cursing save from one.