The Well at the World's End: a tale eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 801 pages of information about The Well at the World's End.
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The Well at the World's End: a tale eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 801 pages of information about The Well at the World's End.

She came and sat down by him again, and said to him:  “Thy questions I have answered; but thou hast not yet told me the tale of thy captivity.”  Her voice sounded exceeding sweet to him, and he looked on her face and spake as kindly as he knew how, and said:  “A short tale it is to-night at least:  I came from Whitwall with a Company of Chapmen, and it was thee I was seeking and the Well at the World’s End.  All went well with me, till I came to Goldburg, and there I was betrayed by a felon, who had promised to lead me safe to Utterness, and tell me concerning the way unto the Well.  But he sold me to the Lord of Utterbol, who would lead me to his house; which irked me not, at first, because I looked to find thee there.  Thereafter, if for shame I may tell the tale, his lady and wife cast her love upon me, and I was entangled in the nets of guile:  yet since I was told, and believed that it would be ill both for thee and for me if I met thee at Utterbol, I took occasion to flee away, I will tell thee how another while.”

She had turned pale as she heard him, and now she said:  “It is indeed God’s mercy that thou camest not to Utterbol nor foundest me there, for then had both we been undone amidst the lusts of those two; or that thou camest not there to find me fled, else hadst thou been undone.  My heart is sick to think of it, even as I sit by thy side.”

Said Ralph:  “Thy last word maketh me afraid and ashamed to ask thee a thing.  But tell me first, is that Lord of Utterbol as evil as men’s fear would make him? for no man is feared so much unless he is deemed evil.”

She was silent a while, and then she said:  “He is so evil that it might be deemed that he has been brought up out of hell.”

Then Ralph looked sore troubled, and he said:  “Dear friend, this is the thing hard for me to say.  In what wise did they use thee at Utterbol?  Did they deal with thee shamefully?” She answered him quietly:  “Nay,” she said, “fear not! no shame befell me, save that I was a thrall and not free to depart.  Forsooth,” she said, smiling, “I fled away timely before the tormentors should be ready.  Forsooth it is an evil house and a mere piece of hell.  But now we are out of it and free in the wildwood, so let us forget it; for indeed it is a grief to remember it.  And now once more let us mend the fire, for thy face is growing dim to me, and that misliketh me.  Afterwards before we lie down to sleep we will talk a little of the way, whitherward we shall turn our faces to-morrow.”

So they cast on more wood, and pineapples, and sweet it was to Ralph to see her face come clear again from out the mirk of the wood.  Then they sat down again together and she said:  “We two are seeking the Well at the World’s End; now which of us knows more of the way? who is to lead, and who to follow?” Said Ralph:  “If thou know no more than I, it is little that thou knowest.  Sooth it is that for many days past I have sought thee that thou mightest lead me.”

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