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I asked if they would wait for my return, whereon they answered, smiling, that if I so desired they would do so till evening, but that it seemed scarcely needful, since they did not suppose that I should return. "'Do yonder pilgrims to the House of Murgh return? asked their captain, pointing towards those graveyards which we had passed.
Well, you are young and strong, come try a fall with Murgh, and when he has thrown you, rise and choose which of those ways you will, and he swept his hand toward the doors around him. 'Then forget this world and enter into that which you have chosen. "Now, because I could not help myself, I rose from my knees and advanced, or was drawn toward that dreadful man.
On the very day when Murgh the Messenger sailed forth into that uttermost sea, a young man and a maiden met together at the Blythburgh marshes, near to Dunwich, on the eastern coast of England. In this, the month of February of the year 1346, hard and bitter frost held Suffolk in its grip.
In a moment Day had stripped himself of his light silk-hooded gown, and in another moment it was on the person of Murgh, though how it got there, when they came to think of it afterward, none could remember. Still, the yellow and red head-dress, the coal-black silky furs, the yellow skirt, the gleaming pearls, all vanished beneath it.
"You are named Murgh, Gate of the Gods," he said. "Murgh, whom old Sir Andrew saw in that courtyard over which the iron dragons watch in the country called Cathay, that courtyard with the pool of water and the many doors." "Ay," answered the Man in a new voice, a great voice that seemed to fill the air like the mutter of distant thunder.
Or at worst soon she will follow after and greet you in the Gate of Death, where Murgh sits and keeps his count of passing souls." "Farewell, friend," answered Hugh, "be she quick or dead, thus Red Eve would wish that I should die. A Cressi! A Cressi!" he cried and drove his sword through the throat of a soldier who rushed at him.
The men who had struck at him fell back also, their daggers dropping to the ground, and fled away, followed by their companions, all except one whom Murgh had seized. Hugh noted that he was a tall, thin fellow, and that, unlike the rest, he had drawn no weapon, although it was at his signal that the other bravoes had rushed on.
For a while there was silence. There they stood and stared at the smitten man waiting the end, whatever it might be. They all stared save Murgh, who fixed his stony eyes upon the sky. Presently it came. The sword, falling from Acour's hand into the grave, rested there point upward. With a last effort he drew his dagger.
Then Murgh turned and spoke in his slow and icy voice: "You were about to seek me in the fosse of this high tower, were you not, Hugh de Cressi and Richard Archer? A foolish thought, in truth, and a sinful, so sinful that it would have served you well if I had let you come. But your strait was sore and your faith was weak, and I had no such command.
Now, man, what is your business with me, and why do you visit one of whom you are so much afraid? "'O Murgh! I began, then ceased, for I knew not what to answer. "'So they have told you my name? Now I will tell you one of its meanings. It is "Gate of the Gods." Why did you dare to visit Gate of the Gods? You fear to answer. Listen!
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