CHAPTER XXVIII
It stretched afar, the great wold. They were out upon it under themoon. All wildness, all loneliness! If there were a track it was afaint one. The ground rolled; all opened to the sky, a little lowerand a little higher; around and above was immensity sewn with pointsof significance. They found bushes to shelter them from the murmuringand seeking wind and slept deeply. The night turned toward day. Are youawake?--Aye!
In the east shone the palest light. Huge lay the wold, and the sky wasnight save for that far illuming. Cool hung the air and still, still,still.
The wold began to colour. They ate of their loaf and took up theirbundle and trudged again. April in the world. They were well together,with a great natural fitness. It did not matter if they talked or ifthey walked a long way in silence. One was to the other; they accorded.Once he said, “I have no knowledge how old we are. This wold is old,our earliest forefathers trod it, but we were there!”
“Aye! They and ourselves and all.”
All lonely was the wold and yet it was filled. The noon sun turned itgold. They felt a light warmth, a slight wind, a waving fragrance, amultitudinous fine sounding. They rested; they went on again.
A dog came limping toward them, yelping, in trouble. His paw was hurt,half crushed, apparently, by some rolling, falling mass. Just herelay hollow land, with the smallest stream gliding through. Englefieldbathed the paw, set it right, and they tore cloth and bound it up. Thedog’s wagging tail and his eyes said, “Friends! I am glad you came!”For a time he kept with them, but his home was over the wold, andwith a final wag of the tail and lick of the hand, he left them. Theywatched him growing smaller and smaller till he disappeared behind awavelet of earth.
The wold hereabouts was wavy, ridged. They followed the thread of waterthat had by it a faint path. Presently it ran beneath a high bank, asteep, escarped hill. An uprooted tree caught their eye, then a greatheaped disorder of raw earth. “Look!” said Englefield. “The hillsidehas caved and fallen. It was that that caught the dog.”
The path was covered. They must cross the streamlet and go around thebroken mass. They had almost cleared it when they saw over the threadof water a human figure, half buried, unconscious.
They worked until he was free. A leg was broken, forehead bleeding froma great cut. They dashed water upon him and he sighed and opened hiseyes, a young man roughly dressed, with the seeming of fisherman orsailor. “The hill fell! I was thinking of gaffer and gammer that I wasgoing to see and the hill fell!”
“Was there any one else?”
“No. ’Tis a lonely place--a great wold. There was a dog runningabout--not mine. I’m thankful to ye, but I think my leg’s broken, andmy head is singing, singing.”
“Do you know the wold? Where is the house you were going to?”
“It’s Gaffer Garrow, the shepherd. There’s the wold hostel, too--theGood Man. But it’s not a good inn--they be robbers! My head is singing.”
“Let’s see if canst stand. Now arms about shoulders. So!”
Half carrying him, they followed the stream. When he failed, Englefieldcarried him outright. So they went, very slowly, down the hollow land,a long way, until they saw Gaffer Garrow’s furze heap and hut. An oldman and woman and a shepherd lad and a girl came forth to meet them.“Alack and alack, and Jack, what’s happened?”
Diccon Dawn, it seemed, could set a bone. When it was done and thesailor on his straw bed, with gaffer and gammer and younger brother andsister to his hand, Diccon and Alice Dawn went on over the wold. Theyoung girl walked a little way with them to show the way, seeing thatthey were going to the sea. “You will come to the Good Man, but I wouldnot lodge there. Then you will come to three trees, then will be wold along way, then you will smell the sea.”
At turning, she said. “Our Jack might have died there, earth over him!Our Lady must have been walking before you. I see Her sometimes in theeven, walking the wold.”
They walked it, the girl returning to her hut, and they seemed to bealone, except for Silver Cross rising.
The Good Man topped a low wave of the April earth. They saw it againstcool, blue sky, with an ash and an aspen pricked out above either end.Men and women were in the doorway. Richard Englefield and Morgen Faywent by, though the host called to them and an urchin came runningafter. “Hey! This be the Good Man, the only hostel this half of wold!”
Diccon Dawn shook his head. “We are in haste.”
“I make guess that ye have not the reckoning!” The urchin grinned,threw dry turf and pebble against them and ran away.
Silence came down around them and upon them and within them. Thesun was westering, the wold growing purple. The stillness becameboth fine and vast, a permeating and encirling hush within the hush._Wait--wait--wait!_ Out of it or into it pushed shadowy sorrows,ancient poignancies. The wold grew peopled with these.
The sun descended. The horizon rose up and took it; a chill andmournful light spread evenly, then withdrew, evenly, slowly. It wasdusk. The wold was spectral; all was spectral.
They came to a ring of ancient stones, placed there long ago bylong-ago inhabitants of that island and now grown about with whin andthorn and furze. They like the wold, seemed now eternal, now goingaway, fading away. It was to rest here and sleep here; it was the bestplace. They lay down. There was silence, and still--faint, faint, indark lines and pallid silver lines--rose Silver Cross!
Full night, and descending and climbing stars. Then the moon, silver,great, mounting above the clean, sweeping wold-line, silvering thewold, silvering all. Now the air was stillness wholly, and now therecame a sighing. Sleep, one must sleep, weary enough with travelling!Yet sleep was not in the wold, with all else that was there.
From above--from above--oh, from above come help!
But it seemed there was only the wold and the air and the moon. Onlysomehow sorrow.
Deep in the night he perceived that Morgen Fay had risen from where shewas lying by a great stone and had moved without the ring. Presentlyhe saw her at some distance, standing in the open wold, very still,regarding the heavens, then moving slowly, walking beneath the moon.A light wave of the wold hid her from his sight. A momentary dart offear and loneliness went through him, as though the wold had takenher, as though she would go on forever that way and he this. But no;nothing would come of that, nothing would come that way! No--no! Theywere together, together in this sadness of the wold, strangely togetherin this separateness, together in the very hauntings and hostilitiesof the past; together on this wold, this present night--togethernow--together to-morrow and the next day and the day after, togetherthough walls of the night and the moonlight, or of the day and thesunlight were between their bodies.
The profound, the starry night. All the stars, all the moons and theearths, aspects and moods of a Mighty One! Power, Wisdom, Goodness,Beauty.--
Richard Englefield’s body sat still as a stone. Most is done, seen andfelt in a moment. The vastest takes no time, but the placing of thatmoment took time. The wold changed, the night and day, the here andthere, the now and then, the you and I, all the opposites.
At last he rose and moved out upon the wold. He did not know which wayMorgen had gone, but she was here, as he was here. He stood with a deepand quiet heart, looking forth over the lonely and happy wold. Themoon shone, a light and musical wind rose and fell. He was aware of animmense tranquility with something of awe running through like a cleanfragrance, like myrrh. It was so still, it was so wide and deep andhigh.
He turned slightly, as though a hand had drawn him. He saw on the woldthe great picture, the Blessed among women.
Eyes ceased in light. Other eyes opened.
Out of the quiet dark came Morgen Fay and kneeled beside him. “Let metell--for one instant--ah, the instant!--I saw us as the All. I sawthee in light, and then I saw us as the All.”