第67章

类别:其他 作者:William Morris字数:6755更新时间:18/12/21 17:26:42
timetheywereatthemountain-top,andcomingoverthebrowbeheldbeneaththemfairgreenslopesbesprinkledwithtrees,andbeyondthem,somethreeorfourmilesaway,thebluelandlessseaandoneitherhandofthemwastheseaalso,sothattheywerenigh-handattheendingofagreatness,andtherewasnaughtbeyondit;andnaughttodoiftheymissedtheWell,buttoturnbackbythewaytheyhadcome。 Nowwhentheysawthistheywereexceedinglymovedandtheylookedononeanother,andeachsawthattheotherwaspale,withglisteningeyes,sincetheyweretocometotheverypointoftheirdoom,andthatitshouldbeseenwhethertherewerenosuchthingastheWellinalltheearth,butthattheyhadbeenchasingafair-huedcloud;orelsetheirQuestshouldbeachievedandtheyshouldhavetheworldbeforethem,andtheyhappyandmighty,andofgreatworshipamidstallmen。 Littletheytarried,butgatthemdownthesteepofthemountain,andsolowerandlowertilltheywerecometogroundnighlevel; andthenatlastitwasbutthus,thatwithoutanygreatrock-wallorgirdleofmarvellousandstrangeland,therewasanendofearth,withitsgrassandtreesandstreams,andabeginningoftheocean,whichstretchedawaychangeless,anditmightbeforever。 Wherethelandendedtherewasbutacliffoflessthananhundredfeetabovetheeddyingofthesea;andontheverypointofthenesswasalowgreentoftwithasquarestonesetatopofit,whereonastheydrewnightheysawthetokengraven,yeaoneachfacethereof。 Thentheywentalongtheedgeofthecliffamileoneachsideofthesaidtoft,andthenfindingnaughtelsetonote,naughtsavethegrassandthesea,theycamebacktothatplaceofthetoken,andsatdownonthegrassofthetoft。 Itwasnowevening,andthesunwassettingbeyondthem,buttheycouldbeholdakindofstaircutinthesideofthecliff,andonthefirststepwhereofwasthetokendone;whereforetheyknewthattheywerebiddentogodownbythesaidstair; butitseemedtoleadnowhither,savestraightintothesea。 AndwhilesitcameintoRalph’smindthatthiswasnaughtbutamock,asiftobidthehaplessseekerscastthemselvesdownfromtheearth,andbedonewithitforever。 Butinanycasetheymightnottrytheadventureofthatstairbythefailinglight,andwiththenightlongbeforethem。 Sowhentheyhadhoppledtheirhorses,andleftthemtograzeattheirwillonthesweetgrassofthemeadow,theylaidthemdownbehindthegreentoft,and,beingforwearied,itwasnolongtimeeretheytwainsleptfastattheuttermostendoftheworld。 NowTheyDrinkoftheWellattheWorld’sEndRalphawokefromsomefoolishmorningdreamofUpmeads,wonderingwherehewas,orwhatfamiliarvoicehadcriedouthisname:thenheraisedhimselfonhiselbow,andsawUrsulastandingbeforehimwithflushedfaceandsparklingeyes,andshewaslookingoutseaward,whileshecalledonhisname。 Sohesprangupandstrovewiththeslumberthatstillhungabouthim,andashiseyesclearedhelookeddown,andsawthatthesea,whichlastnighthadwashedthefaceofthecliff,hadnowebbedfarout,andleftbarebetwixtthebillowsandthecliffsomehalfmileofblacksand,withrocksofthelikehuerisingoutofithereandthere。 Butjustbelowtheplacewheretheystood,rightupagainstthecliff,wasbuildedbyman’shandofhugestonesagarthofpound,thewallwhereofwassomesevenfeethigh,andthepoundwithinthewalloffortyfeetspaceendlongandoverthwart; andthesaidpoundwasfilledwiththewatersofaspringthatcameforthfromthefaceofthecliffastheydeemed,thoughfromabovetheymightnotseetheissuethereof; butthewaterranseawardfromthepoundbysomewayunseen,andmadeawidestreamthroughtheblacksandoftheforeshore: buteverthegreatbasinfilledsomewhatfasterthanitvoided,sothatitranovertheliponallsides,makingathinveiloverthehugeashlar-stonesofthegarth。 Thedaywasbrightandfairwithnowind,savelightairsplayingaboutfromthewestwardort,andallthingsgleamedandglitteredinthesun。 Ralphstoodstillamoment,andthenstretchedabroadhisarms,andwithagreatsobcastthemroundaboutthebodyofhisbeloved,andstrainedhertohisbosomashemurmuredabouther,THEWELL ATTHEWORLD’SEND。Butsheweptforjoyasshefawneduponhim,andletherhandsbeatuponhisbody。 Butwhentheyweresomewhatcalmedoftheirecstasyofjoy,theymadereadytogodownbythatrockystair。Andfirsttheydidofftheirarmourandothergear,andwhentheywerenakedtheydidonthehallowedraimentwhichtheyhadoutofthearkintheHouseoftheSorceress;andsocladgatthemdowntherock-hewnstair,Ralphgoingfirst,lestthereshouldbeanybrokenplace; butnaughtwasamisswiththosehardblackstones,andtheycamesafelytoalevelplaceoftherock,whencetheycouldseethefaceofthecliff,andhowthewatersoftheWellcamegushingforthfromahollowthereininagreatswellingwaveasclearasglass; andthesunglistenedinitandmadeafoam-bowaboutitsedges。 Butabovetheissueofthewaterstheblackrockhadbeensmoothedbyman’sart,andthereonwasgraventheSwordandtheBough,andaboveitthesewords,towit: Sotheylookedlongandwondered;andUrsulasaid:“Deemestthou,myfriend,thatanyhavecomethusfarandforbornetodrink?” SaidRalph:“Surelynoteventheexceedingwisemightrememberthebitternessofhiswisdomashestoodhere。” Thenhelookedonherandhisfacegrewbrightbeyondmeasure,andcriedout: “Olove,love!whytarrywe?ForyetIfearlestwebecometoolate,andthoudiebeforemineeyesereyetthouhastdrunken。” “Yea。”shesaid,“andIalsofearforthee,thoughthyfaceisruddyandthineeyessparkle,andthouartaslovelyastheCaptainoftheLord’shosts。” Thenshelaughed,andherlaughterwasassilverbellsrungtunably,andshesaid:“Butwhereisthecupforthedrinking?” ButRalphlookedonthefaceofthewall,andabouttheheightofhishandsawsquaremarksthereon,asthoughtherewereanambrye;andamidstthesquarewasaknopoflatten,allgreenwiththeweatherandthesaltspray。 SoRalphsethishandtotheknopanddrewstrongly,andloitwasadoormadeofasquaredstonehungonbrazenhinges,anditopenedeasilytohim,andwithinwasacupofgoldsmith’swork,withtheswordandtheboughdonethereon;androundabouttherimwritthisposey: “THESTRONGOFHEARTSHALLDRINKFROMME。”SoRalphtookitandhelditaloftsothatitspuremetalflashedinthesun,andhesaid: “Thisisforthee,Sweetling。” “Yea,andforthee。”shesaid。 Nowthatlevelplace,orbench-tablewentuptotheverygushingandgreenbowofthewater,soRalphtookUrsula’shandandledheralong,shegoingalittleafterhim,tillhewasclosetotheWell,andstoodamidstthespray-bowthereof,sothathelookedverilylikeoneofthepaintedangelsonthechoirwallofSt。LaurenceofUpmeads。 Thenhereachedforthhishandandthrustthecupintothewater,holdingitstoutlybecausethegushofthestreamwasstrong,sothatthewateroftheWellsplashedalloverhim,wettingUrsula’sfaceandbreastwithal: andhefeltthatthewaterwassweetwithoutanysaltnessofthesea。 ButheturnedtoUrsulaandreachedoutthefullcuptoher,andsaid: “Sweetling,callahealthoverthecup!” Shetookitandsaid:“Tothylife,beloved!”anddrankwithal,andhereyeslookedoutofthecupthewhile,likeachild’swhenhedrinketh。Thenshegavehimthecupagainandsaid: “Drink,andtarrynot,lestthoudieandIlive。” ThenRalphplungedthecupintothewatersagain,andheheldthecupaloft,andcriedout:“TotheEarth,andtheWorldofManfolk!” andtherewithhedrank。 Foraminutethentheyclungtogetherwithinthespray-bowoftheWell,andthenshetookhishandandledhimbacktothemidstofthebench-table,andheputthecupintotheambrye,andshutitupagain,andthentheysatthemdownonthewidestoftheplatformundertheshadowofajuttingrock; forthesunwashot;andtherewithalasweetwearinessbegantostealoverthem,thoughtherewasspeechbetwixtthemforalittle,andRalphsaid: “Howisitwiththee,beloved?” “Owellindeed。”shesaid。 Quothhe:“AndhowtastethtotheethewateroftheWell?” Slowlyshespakeandsleepily:“Ittastedgood,andasifthylovewereblendedwithit。” Andshesmiledinhisface;buthesaid:“OnethingIwonderover: howshallwewotifwehavedrunkaright?Forwhereasifweweresickoroldandfailing,orill-liking,andwerenowpresentlyhealedofallthis,andbecomestrongandfairtolookon,thenshouldweknowitforsure—— butnow,though,asIlookonthee,Ibeholdtheethefairestofallwomen,andonthyfaceisnotokenoftoilandtravail,andthewearinessoftheway; andthoughtheheart-acheoflonelinessandcaptivity,andtheshameofUtterbolhasleftnomarkuponthee——yethastthounotalwaysbeensweettomyeyes,andassweetasmightbe?Andhowthen?”……Buthebrokeoffandlookedonherandshesmiledupontheloveinhiseyes,andhisheadfellbackandhesleptwithacalmandsmilingface。 Andsheleanedoverhimtokisshisfacebuteventherewithherowneyesclosedandshelaidherheaduponhisbreast,andsleptaspeacefullyashe。 NowTheyHaveDrunkandAreGladLongtheyslepttilltheshadowswerefallingfromthewest,andtheseawasflowingfastagainoverthesandsbeneaththem,thoughtherewasstillagreatspacebarebetwixtthecliffandthesea。 ThenspakeUrsulaasifRalphhadbutjustleftspeaking;andshesaid: “Yea,dearlord,andIalsosay,that,lovelyasthouartnow,neverhastthoubeenaughtelsebutlovelytome。Buttellme,hastthouhadanyscarofahurtuponthybody?Forifnowthatweregone,surelyitshouldbeatokenoftherenewalofthylife。 Butifitbenotgone,thentheremayyetbeanothertoken。” Thenhestooduponhisfeet,andshecriedout: “Obutthouartfairandmighty,whonowshalldaregainsaythee? Whoshallnotlongforthee?” SaidRalph:“Look,love!howtheseacomesoverthesandlikethecreepingofaslywood-snake!Shallwegohenceandturnfromtheocean-seawithoutwettingourbodiesinitswaters?” “Letusgo。”shesaid。 Sotheywentdownontothelevelsands,andalongtheedgesofthesweet-waterstreamthatflowedfromtheWell;andRalphsaid: “Beloved,Iwilltelltheeofthatwhichthouhastaskedme: whenIwasbutaladofsixteenwintersthererodemena-liftingintoUpmeads,andNicholasLongshanks,whoisawisemanofwar,gatheredforceandwentagainstthem,andImustneedsridebesidehim。 Nowwecametoourabove,andputthethievestotheroad; butinthehurlyIgotaclawfromthewar-beast,forthestrokeofaswordshearedmeoffsomewhatfrommyshoulder: belikethouhastseenthescarandloathedit。” “Itisnaughtloathsome。”shesaid,“foraladtobeaboldwarrior,norforagrownmantothinklightlyofthememoryofdeathdrawnnearforthefirsttime。Yea,Ihavenoteditbutletmeseenowwhathasbefallenwithit。” Asshespoketheywerecometoasaltpoolinarockybightontheirrighthand,whichthetidewasfillingspeedily;andRalphspake: “Seenow,thisisthebathofthewateroftheoceansea。” Sotheywerespeedilynakedandplayinginthewater: andUrsulatookRalphbythearmandlookedtohisshoulderandsaid: “Omyladofthepaleedges,whereisgonethyglory? Thereisnomarkofthesword’spilgrimageonthyshoulder。” “Nay,none?”quothhe。 “None,none!”shesaid,“Didstthousaytheverysoothofthyhurtinthebattle,Opoorladofmine?”“Yea,thesooth。”saidhe。 Thenshelaughedsweetlyandmerrilylikethechuckleofafluteovertheripplingwaters,thatrosehigherandhigheraboutthem,andsheturnedhereyesaskanceandlookedadowntoherownsleekside,andlaidherhandonitandlaughedagain。ThensaidRalph: “Whatistoward,beloved?Forthylaughisratherofjoythatofmirthalone。” Shesaid:“Osmooth-skinnedwarrior,OLilyandRoseofbattle; hereonmysideyesterdaywasthetokenofthehart’stynethatgoredmewhenIwasayoungmaidenfiveyearsago: looknowandpitythemaidenthatlayonthegrassoftheforest,andthewoodmana-passingbydeemedherdeadfiveyearsago。” Ralphstoopeddownastheripplewashedawayfromher,thensaid: “Insoothhereisnomarknorblemish,butthebesthandiworkofGod,aswhenhefirstmadeawomanfromthesideoftheAncientFatherofthefieldofDamask。Butloyoulove,howswiftthetidecomethup,andIlongtoseethyfeetonthegreengrass,andIfearthesea,lestitstirthejoyoverstronglyinourheartsandwebenotabletoescapefromitswaves。” Sotheywentupfromoutofthewater,anddidonthehallowedraimentfragrantwithstrangeherbs,andpassedjoyfullyupthesandtowardsthecliffanditsstair;andspeedilywithal,forsosoonastheywerecladagain,thelittlerippleoftheseawasnightouchingtheirfeet。 Astheywent,theynotedthatthewatersoftheWellflowedseawardfromtheblack-walledpoundbythreearchedopeningsinitsouterface,andtheybeheldthemason’swork,howgoodlyitwas;foritwasasifithadbeencutoutofthefootofamountain,sowelljointedwereitsstones,anditswallssolidagainstanystormthatmightdriveagainstit。 Theyclimbedthestair,andsatthemdownonthegreengrassawhilewatchingtheoceancominginoverthesandandtherocks,andRalphsaid: “Iwilltellthee,sweetling,thatIamgrowneagerfortheroad; thoughtrueitisthatwhilesIwasdownyonderamidsttherippleoftheseaIlongedfornaughtbutthee,thoughthouwertbesideme,andthyjoyouswordswereasfiretotheheartofmylove。 ButnowthatIamonthegreengrassoftheearthIcalledtomindadreamthatcametomewhenwesleptafterthepreciousdraughtoftheWell: formethoughtthatIwasstandingbeforetheporchoftheFeast-hallofUpmeadsandholdingthinehand,andtheancientHousespaketomewiththevoiceofaman,greetingboththeeandme,andpraisingthygoodlinessandvaliancy。Surelythenitiscallingmetodeeds,andifitwerebutmorning,asitisnowdrawingtowardssunset,wewouldmountandbegonestraightway。” “Surely。”shesaid,“thouhastdrunkoftheWell,andthefearoftheehasalreadyenteredintotheheartsofthyfoemenfaraway,evenastheloveoftheeconstrainethmeasIliebythyside; butsinceitiseveningandsunset,letitbeevening,andletthemorningseetoitsownmatters。Sonowletusbepilgrimsagain,andeatthemealofpilgrims,andseetoourhorses,andthenwanderaboutthislovelywildernessanditsgreenmeads,wherenosonofmanheedeththewildthings,tillthenightcome,bringingtoustherestandthesleepofthemthathaveprevailedovermanytroubles。” Evensotheydid,andbrokebreadabovethesea,andlookedtotheirhorses,andthenwenthandinhandaboutthegoodlygreenbentsbetwixttheseaandtheroughofthemountain; anditwasthefairestandsoftestofsummerevenings; andthedeerofthatplace,bothlittleandgreat,hadnofearofman,butthehartandhindcametoUrsula’shand; andthethrushespercheduponhershoulder,andtheharesgambolledtogetherclosetothefeetofthetwain;sothatitseemedtothemthattheyhadcomeintotheveryGardenofGod; andtheyforgatallthemanymilesofthewasteandthemountainthatlaybeforethem,andtheyhadnothoughtforthestrifeoffoemenandthethwartingofkindred,thatbelikeawaitedthemintheirownland,buttheythoughtoftheloveandhappinessofthehourthatwaspassing。 Sosweetlytheyworethroughthelastminutesoftheday,andwhenitwasasdarkasitwouldbeinthatfairseason,theylaydownbythegreenknollattheendingoftheland,andwerelulledtosleepbythebubblingoftheWellattheWorld’sEnd。