CHAPTER 11
Ralph Cometh Out of the Wilderness
Long he stood letting these thoughts run through his mind, but at last when it
was now midmorning, he stirred and gat him slowly down the green slope,
and for very pity of himself the tears brake out from him as he crossed
the stream and came into the bushy valley. There he stayed his feet
a little, and said to himself: "And whither then am I going?"
He thought of the Castle of Abundance and the Champions of the Dry Tree,
of Higham, and the noble warriors who sat at the Lord Abbot's board,
and of Upmeads and his own folk: but all seemed naught to him,
and he thought: "And how can I go back and bear folk asking me curiously
of my wayfarings, and whether I will do this, that, or the other thing."
Withal he thought of that fair damsel and her sweet mouth in the hostelry
at Bourton Abbas, and groaned when he thought of love and its ending,
and he said within himself: "and now she is a wanderer about the earth
as I am;" and he thought of her quest, and the chaplet of dame Katherine,
his gossip, which he yet bore on his neck, and he deemed that he had
naught to choose but to go forward and seek that he was doomed to;
and now it seemed to him that there was that one thing to do and no other.
And though this also seemed to him but weariness and grief, yet whereas
he had ever lightly turned him to doing what work lay ready to hand;
so now he knew that he must first of all get him out of that wilderness,
that he might hear the talk of folk concerning the Well at the World's End,
which he doubted not to hear again when he came into the parts inhabited.
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