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The Roots of the Mountains

Chapter IV. Face-Of-God Fareth to the Wood Again

Word Count: 3489    |    Released on: 17/11/2017

d-up embers were yet red, and looked about and could see nothing stirring in the dimness: then he fetched water and washed the night-tide off him, and clad himself in haste, and was even as he was yes

but little noise; for he would not be questioned, le

gate, which stood open, save when rumours of war were about. He turned his face straight towards Wildlake's Way, walking briskly, but at while

grass, was a long twine of briony red-berried and black-leaved; and right in the midst of the road were two twigs of great-leaved sturdy pollard oak, as though they had been thrown aside there yesterday by women or children a-sporting; and the deep white dust yet held the marks of feet, some bare, some shod, crossing each other here and there. Face-of-god smiled as he passed on, as a man with a happy thought; for his mind showed him a picture of the Bride as she would be leading the Maiden Ward next summer, and singing first among the singers, and he saw her as clearly as he had often seen her verily, and before him

maiden of seven winters, riding on the ass's back betwixt the panniers, and prattling to herself in the cold morning; for she was pleased with the clear light in the east, and the smooth wide turf of the meadows, as one who had not often been far from the shadow of the heavy trees

ke-beasts went her man, a well-knit trim-faced Dalesman clad bravely in holiday raiment, girt with a goodly sword, bearing a bright steel helm on his head, in his hand a long spear with a gay red and white shaft done about with

s fine clothes, and why the wain was decked with oak-boughs and the yoke-beasts with their best gilded bells and copper-adorned harness. For it was a custom with many of the kindreds that the goodwife should fare to her father's house to lie in with her first babe, and the day of her coming home was made a

ng her head and reddened. Said the goodman: 'Wilt thou not be

hough I were fain of it: my

iff; 'perchance thou art f

am not;' and then more kindly, and smiling, '

st thou away from us

my will,'

I get a longing to know. For then must thou needs

ing take thee; for on that matter I am even as wise a

d they bent down their heads to the yoke; and presently, as he walked on, he heard the rumble of the wain mingling with the tinkling of their bells, which in a little while became measured and m

e meadows, keeping a little way from the cliffs, while on the other side its bank was somewhat broken and steep here and there. As Face-of-god came up to one of these broken places, the sun rose over the eastern pass, and the meadows grew golden with its long beams. He lingered, and looked back under his hand, and as he did so heard the voices and laughter of women coming up from the slope belo

he bank; for they are beaten in the race, and now

hands and kissed them, as was

who be they, and whither

maidens of my father's house, whom thou knowest; and our errand, all three of us,

gh turned about to wait for the third; who came indeed, but after a little while, for she had abided, hearing their voices. Her also Gold-mane drew up, and kissed her hands, and she lay on the grass by Lon

idens, that ye are but in your kirtles this sharp autumn

ng blue kirtles of fine wool, embroidered ab

re hang our gowns on the thorn-bush down yonder; for we have been running a match and a forfeit; to wit, that she who was last on the highway should go down a

I have enough to do in every one of them. Wasteful are ye women, and simple is your forfeit. Now will I, who am the Alderman's son, give forth a doom, and will ordain that one

Alderman's son, but because thou art the fairest man o

n lightly down the bent; he drew near the edge of it, and watched her going; for her light-foot slimness was fair to look on: and he noted that when she was

o smiled on him with somewhat jeering looks; but he bade them farewell and departe

with their freshness and fairness, did somehow turn his thought the more upon her, since she was the woman who was to be his amongst all women, for she was far fairer than any one of them; and through all manner

enough down in the meadows; he was soon amidst the first of the trees, and without making any stay set his face east and somewhat north, that is, toward the slopes that led to the great mountains. He said to himself aloud

into a space of rough broken ground with nought but a few scrubby oaks and thorn-bushes growing thereon here and there. The sun was high in the heavens now, and shone brightly down on the waste, though there were a few white clouds high up above him. The rabbits scuttled out of the grass before him; here and there he turned aside from a

of trees and thicket; but when he drew near to it, lo! an opening in a certain place, and a little path as if men were wont to thread the tangle of the wood thereby; though hitherto he had noted no slot of men, nor any sign of them, since he had plunged into the deep of the beech-wood. He took the path as one who needs must, and went his ways as it led. In sooth it was well-nigh blind, but he was a deft wo

a little woodland rill amidst rushes and dead leaves: there was a low mound near the eastern side of this w

should be on his hands - all this was now mingled together and confused by this rest amidst his weariness. He laid down his scrip, and drew his meat from it and ate what he would, and dipping his gilded beaker into the brook, drank water smacking of the damp musty savour of the woodland; and then his head sank back on a little mound in the short turf, and he fell asleep a

so long. The sky was thinly overcast by now, but by his wonted woodcraft he knew the whereabouts of the sun, and that it was scant an hour after noon. He sat there till he wa

have done to-morrow that I have hitherto left undone? Or

edge, and Long-coat lingering on the slope below, kissing his kisses on her hands; and he was sorry that she desired him over-much, for she was a fair woman and a friendly. But all that also flowed from him at once, and he had no thought in him

ward the Great Mountains; and the track was even fainter than before f

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1 Chapter I. Of Burgstead and its Folk and its Neighbours2 Chapter II. Of Face-Of-God and His Kindred3 Chapter III. They Talk of Divers Matters in the Hall4 Chapter IV. Face-Of-God Fareth to the Wood Again5 Chapter V. Face-Of-God Falls in with Menfolk on the Mountain6 Chapter VI. Of Face-Of-God and Those Mountain-Dwellers7 Chapter VII. Face-Of-God Talketh with the Friend on the Mountain8 Chapter VIII. Face-Of-God Cometh Home Again to Burgstead9 Chapter IX. Those Brethren Fare to the Yewwood with the Bride10 Chapter X. New Tidings in the Dale11 Chapter XI. Men Make Oath at Burgstead on the Holy Boar12 Chapter XII. Stone-Face Telleth Concerning the Wood-Wights13 Chapter XIII. They Fare to the Hunting of the Elk14 Chapter XIV. Concerning Face-Of-God and the Mountain15 Chapter XV. Murder Amongst the Folk of the Woodlanders16 Chapter XVI. The Bride Speaketh with Face-Of-God17 Chapter XVII. The Token Cometh from the Mountain18 Chapter XVIII. Face-Of-God Talketh with the Friend in Shadowy Vale19 Chapter XIX. The Fair Woman Telleth Face-Of-God of Her Kindred20 Chapter XX. Those Two Together Hold the Ring of the Earth-God21 Chapter XXI. Face-Of-God Looketh on the Dusky Men22 Chapter XXII. Face-Of-God Cometh Home to Burgstead23 Chapter XXIII. Talk in the Hall of the House of the Face24 Chapter XXIV. Face-Of-God Giveth that Token to the Bride25 Chapter XXV. Of the Gate-Thing at Burgstead26 Chapter XXVI. The Ending of the Gate-Thing27 Chapter XXVII. Face-Of-God Leadeth a Band Through the Wood28 Chapter XXVIII. The Men of Burgdale Meet the Runaways29 Chapter XXIX. They Bring the Runaways to Burgstead30 Chapter XXX. Hall-Face Goeth Toward Rose-Dale31 Chapter XXXI. Of the Weapon-Show of the Men of Burgdale and Their Neighbours32 Chapter XXXII. The Men of Shadowy Vale Come to the Spring Market at Burgstead33 Chapter XXXIII. The Alderman Gives Gifts to Them of Shadowy Vale34 Chapter XXXIV. The Chieftains Take Counsel in the Hall of the Face35 Chapter XXXV. Face-Of-God Talketh with the Sun-Beam36 Chapter XXXVI. Folk-Might Speaketh with the Bride37 Chapter XXXVII38 Chapter XXXVIII. Of the Great Folk-Mote Atonements Given, and Men Made Sackless39 Chapter XXXIX40 Chapter XL. Of the Hosting in Shadowy Vale41 Chapter XLI. The Host Departeth from Shadowy Vale The First Day's Journey42 Chapter XLII. The Host Cometh to the Edges of Silver-Dale43 Chapter XLIII. Face-Of-God Looketh on Silver-Dale The Bowmen's Battle44 Chapter XLIV. Of the Onslaught of the Men of the Steer, the Bridge, and the Bull45 Chapter XLV. Of Face-Of-God's Onslaught46 Chapter XLVI. Men Meet in the Market of Silver-Stead47 Chapter XLVII. The Kindreds Win the Mote-House48 Chapter XLVIII. Men Sing in the Mote-House49 Chapter XLIX50 Chapter L. Folk-Might Seeth the Bride and Speaketh with Her51 Chapter LI. The Dead Borne to Bale The Mote-House Re-Hallowed52 Chapter LII. Of the New Beginning of Good Days in Silver-Dale53 Chapter LIII. Of the Word which Hall-Ward of the Steer had for Folk-Might54 Chapter LIV. Tidings of Dallach A Folk-Mote in Silver-Dale55 Chapter LV. Departure from Silver-Dale56 Chapter LVI. Talk Upon the Wild-Wood Way57 Chapter LVII. How the Host Came Home Again58 Chapter LVIII. How the Maiden Ward was Held in Burgdale59 Chapter LIX