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Updated: June 27, 2025
Thereafter she made her ring fast to her smock again, and set the smock under her pillow as her wont was, and betook herself to bed, and fell asleep sweetly, leaving all troublous thoughts for the morrow; and that the more as she was free of the witch-wife for that night at least.
She said: Thou art right herein, and, since the adventure may not be tried till next June is at hand, there is time enough and to spare. And now for this hour that is we need talk no more of it. Only, my sweet, I beseech thee be wary; and above all suffer not the witch-wife to set eye or hand on the ring.
Children and fools, 't is said, do speak the truth, beausire; and in all this do I see the malice and device of this false Atheling, the friend of your rebellious brother, Duke Robert, as you do know him to be; and I do brand him here, in this presence, as traitor and recreant to you, his lord." Witch-wife or seeress. The anger of the jealous king grew more unreasoning as Sir Ordgar went on.
But the witch-wife fumbled about a while when she was stayed by the creek, and presently drew somewhat from under her cloak, and the maiden saw that she was about striking flint upon steel, and quaked somewhat, lest her charm had played her false.
And she held up and spread abroad the skirt with her two hands, and it was indeed goodly to look on. The witch-wife snorted scornfully and scowled on her, and said: Thine ankles forsooth! Bag-o'-bones! thou wisp! forsooth, thou art in love with thy looks, though thou knowest not what like a fair woman is.
"I never h'ard 'at tongues war cuttit shorter there nor ither gaits," said Donal; "but I didna mean ye ony offence." "There's nane ta'en, nor like to be," answered the woman. "Ken ye a place they ca' Mains o' Glashruach?" As she spoke she let go her shawl, and it opened from her face like two curtains. "Lord! it's the witch-wife!" cried Donal, retreating a pace in his astonishment.
Birdalone took the cup with a sinking heart, and filled it, and brought it back, and stood before the witch more dead than alive. Then the witch-wife took up the flasket and pulled out the stopple and betook it to Birdalone, and said: Drink of this now, a little sip, no more.
"Not so," answered Nya shaking her head; "it is a road that very few have travelled, and none may travel twice and live." Now Rachel began to weep. "Weep not, Maiden, there are other roads and perchance to-morrow thou shall walk them. Now lie down and sleep, both of you, and fear no dreams." So they laid themselves down and slept, but the old witch-wife, Nya, sat waiting and watched them.
And the witch-wife sang this song: "The green waving fields Are hidden behind The flash of the shields, And the rush of the banners That toss in the wind. But Skade's eagle eyes Pierce the wall of the steel, And behold from the skies What the earth would conceal; O'er the rush of the banners She poises her wing, And marks with a shadow The brow of the King.
One thing, moreover, had she noted now this long while, that once and again, it might be once every two moons, the witch-wife would arise in the dead of night and go forth from the house, and be away for a day, or two or three, or whiles more, and come back again weary and fordone; but never said she any word to Birdalone hereof.
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