493 – The Wood Beyond the World

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And as always, the music you're hearing is by my good friend, James Lebkowski, and the cover art is by Gracie Kanan. so i was kind of feeling in the mood for a fantasy novel tonight um we've actually been reading some of those recently as well some kind of like medieval quest stories i don't know why that feels very appropriate for this time of year for some reason. Anyways, I came across this novel that was written in the late 1800s, I believe, and I was drawn to it because apparently it was a real inspiration for Tolkien. And even having read a little bit about it, and a little bit of, you know, the first four chapters which we're reading tonight, I can really see that. So it was a really lovely, fantastic read. And while the quest itself is quite compelling, I think, in the beginning, the words, the language, it's very old, old English language, and it is decidedly quite snoozy. So, I think you're going to like it. So, without further ado, tonight's this bedtime story, The Wood Beyond the World, by William Morris. And now is the time for you to fluff up your pillow, just how you like it. Feel yourself melt into your bed. get real comfortable close your eyes and let me read to you chapter one of golden Walter and his father A while ago, there was a young man dwelling in a great and goodly city by the sea, which had to name Langton-on-home. He was but of five and twenty winters, a fair-faced man, yellow-haired, tall and strong. Rather wiser than foolisher than young men are mostly want, a valiant youth and a kind not of many words but courteous of speech no roisterer not masterful but peaceable and knowing how to forbear in a fray a perilous foe and a trusty warfellow his father with whom he was dwelling when this tale begins was a great merchant richer than a baron of the land a headman of the greatest of the lineages of Langton and a captain of the poor. He was of the lineage of the Goldings therefore he was called Bartholomew Golden and his son Golden Walter. Now you may well deem that such a youngling as this was looked upon by all as a lucky man without a lack. But there was this flaw in his law whereas he had fallen into the toils of love of a woman exceeding fair and had taken her to wife she not unwilling as it seemed. But when they had been wedded some six months he found by manifest tokens that his fairness was not so much to her, but that she must seek to the foulness of one worser than he and always. Wherefore his rest departed from him, whereas he hated her for her untruth and her hatred of him. Yet would the sound of her voice as she came and went in the house make his heart be. And the sight of her stirred desire within him, and deemed that, might it be so, he should forget all the evil gone by. But it was not so. Forever, when she saw him, her face changed, and her hatred of him became manifest, and half so ever, she were sweet with others. With him, she was hard and sour. So this went on a while, till the chambers of his father's house, yea, the very streets of the city, became loathsome to him. And yet he called to mind that the world was wide, and he but a young man. So on a day, as he sat with his father alone, he spake to him, and said, Father, I was on the quays even now And I looked on the ships that were nigh bound And thy sign I saw on a tall ship That seemed to me nigh as bound Will it be long ere she sail? Nay, said his father That ship, which hight the Catherine Will they warp out of the heaven in two days' time? but why askest thou of her? The shortest word is best, father, said Walter, and this it is, that I would depart in the said ship and see other lands. Yea, and whither, son, said the merchant. Whither she goeth, said Walter, for I am ill at ease at home, as thou wottest, Father. The merchant held his peace a while and looked hard on his son, for there was strong love between them. But at last he said, Well, son, maybe it were best for thee, but maybe also we shall not meet again. Yet if we do meet, Father, then shalt thou see a new man in me. Well, said Bartholomew, at least I know on whom to lay the loss of thee, and when thou art gone for thou shalt have thine own way herein she shall no longer abide in my house Nay but it were for the strife that should arise thenceforth betwixt her kindred and ours, it should go somewhat worse with her than that. Said Walter, I pray thee, shame her not more than she needs to be, lest so doing thou shame both me and thyself also Bartholomew held his peace again for a while then she said go with she with child my son Walter read in and said I want not nor of whom the child may be Then they both sat silent Till Bartholomew spake, saying The end of it is, son, that this is Monday And that thou shalt go aboard in the small hours of Wednesday And meanwhile I look to it That thou go not away empty-handed The skipper of the Catherine is a good man and true, and knows the seas well. And my servant, Robert the Low, who is clerk of the landing, is trustworthy and wise, and has myself in all matters that look towards Jaffer. The Catherine is new, and stout-builded, and should be lucky, whereas she is under the ward of her who is the saint called upon in the church where thou wert christened, and myself before thee, and thy mother, and my father, and my mother, all lie under the chancel thereof, as thou wottest. Therewith the elder rose up, and went his ways about his business, and there was no more said but to extend him and his son on this matter. Chapter 2 Golden Walter Takes Ship to Sail the Seas When Walter went down to the Catherine next morning, there was the skipper, Jeffrey, who did every reverence, had made him all cheer, and showed him his room aboard ship. and the pietest goods which his father had sent down to the quays already, such haste as he had made. Walter thanked his father's love in his harm, but otherwise took little heed to his affairs, but wore away the time about the haven, gazing listlessly on the ships that were making them ready outward, or unlading and the mariners and aliens coming and going and all these were to him as the curious images woven on a tapestry. At last when he had well nigh come back again to the Catherine he saw there a tall ship which he had scarce noted before a ship all bound which had her boats out and men sitting to the oars thereof ready to tow her outwards when the hauser should be cast off and by seeming her mariners were abiding for someone or other to come aboard. So Walter stood idly watching the said ship and as he looked low folk passing him toward the gangway. These were three. First came a small man dark brown of hue and hideous with long arms and ears exceeding great and dog teeth that stuck out like the fangs of a wild beast. He was clad in a rich coat of yellow silk and bare in his hand a crooked bow and was gir with a broad sax. After him came a maiden, young by seeming, of scarce twenty summers, fair of face as a flower, grey-eyed, brown hair, with lips full and red, slim and gentle of the body. Simple was her array of a short and stray green gown, so that on her right ankle was cleared to see an iron ring. Last of the three was a lady, tall and stately, so radiant of visage and glorious of raiment, that it were hard to say what like she was, for scarce might the eye gaze steady upon her exceeding beauty, yet must every son of Adam who found himself an eye her lift up his eyes again after he had dropped them and look again on her and yet again and yet again even so did Walter and as the three passed by him it seemed to him as if all the other folk there about had vanished and were not nor had he any vision before his eyes of looking on them save himself alone they went over the gangway into the ship and he saw them go along the deck till they came to the house on the poop and entered it and were gone from his sight there he stood staring till little by little the thronging people of the quays came into his eyeshot again. Then he saw how the hauser was cast off and the boats fell to tugging the big ship toward the harbor mouth with hail and how of men. Then the sail fell down from the yarn and was sheeted home and filled with the fair wind as the ship's bows ran up on the first green way outside the haven. Even therewith, the shipmen cast abroad a banner, whereon was done in a green field, a grim wolf ramping up against a maiden, and so went the ship upon her way. Walter stood a while, staring at her empty place, where the waves ran into the haven mouth, and then turned aside and toward the Catherine. And at first he was minded to go ask shipmaster Jeffrey of what he knew concerning the said ship and her alien wayfarers. But then it came into his mind that all this was but an imagination or a dream of the day and that he were best to leave it untold to any. so therewith he went his way from the waterside and through the streets unto his father's house but when he was but a little way thence and the door was before him him seemed for a moment of time that he beheld those three coming out down the steps of stone and into the street to where the door the maiden and the stately lady but when he stood still to abide their coming and look toward them lo there was nothing before him save the goodly house of Bartholomew Golden and three children and a curred dog playing about the steps thereof and about him were four or five passerby going about their business Then he was all confused in his mind And knew not what to make of it Whether those whom he had seen to see pass aboard a ship Were but images of a dream Or children of Adam in very flesh Howsoever he entered the house And found his father in the chamber And fell to speech with him about their matters. But for all that he loved, his father, and worshipped him as a wise and valiant man, yet at that hour he might not hearken the words of his mouth. So much was his mind entangled in the thought of those three, and they were evermore before his eyes, as if they had been painted on a table by the best of limners. and of the women he thought exceeding much and cast no white upon himself for running after the desire of strange women for he said to himself that he desired not either of the twain nay he might not tell which of the twain the maiden or the stately queen were clearest to his eyes but sore he desired to see both of them again and to know what they were. So were the hours till Wednesday morning and it was time that he should bid farewell to his father and get aboard ship but his father led him down to the quays and on to the Catherine and there Walter embraced him not without tears and forebodings for his heart was full. Then presently the old man went to land. The gangway was unshipped the housers cast off the oars of the towing boats splashed in the dark water. The sail fell down from the yard and was sheeted home. and out plunged the Catherine into the misty sea, and rolled up the gray slopes, casting a broader ancient witherall. Whereon was beaten the token of Bartholomew Golden, to wit a B, and a G, to the right, and to the left, and there above a cross, and a triangle, rising from the midst. Walter stood on the stern and beheld Yet more with the mind of him than with his eyes For it all seemed but the double of what the other ship had done And the thought of it If the twain were as beads strung on one string And led away by it into the same place And thence to go in like the order and so on again and again and never to draw nigher to each other. Chapter 3 Walter Heareth Tidings of the Death of His Father fast sailed the Catherine over the seas and not befell to Tallow neither to herself or her crew she came to one cheaping town and then to another and so on to a third and a fourth and at each was buying and selling after the manner of Chapman and Walter not only looked on the doings of his father's folk, but lent a hand, what he might, to help them in all matters, whether it were in the seamen's craft or in chaffer. And the further he went, and the longer time wore, the more he was eased of his old trouble, wherein his wife and her treason had to do. but as for the other trouble to wit his desire and longing to come up with those three it yet flickered before him and though he had not seen them again as one sees people in the streets and as if he might touch them if he would yet with their images often before his mind's eye and yet as time wore not so often nor so troublously and forsooth both to those about him and to himself he seemed as a man well healed of his melancholy mood now they left and forth stood and sailed over the seas and came to a fifth a very great and very fair city, which they had made more than seven months from Langton on home. And by this time was Walter taking heed and joyance in such things as were toward in that fair city, so far from his kindred, and especially he looked on the fair women there and desired them and loved them, but lightly, as befalleth young man, Now this was the last country whereto the Catherine was bound. So there they abode some ten months in daily chaffer, and in pleasuring them, in beholding all that there was of rare and goodly, and making merry with the merchants and the townsfolk, and the countryfolk beyond the gates. and Walter was grown as busy and gay as a strong young man is like to be and was as one who would fain be of some account amongst his own folk but at the end of this while it befell on a day as he was leaving his hostel for his booth in the market and had the door in his hand there stood before him three mariners in the guise of his own country and with them was one of Clerky Aspect whom he knew at once for his father's scrivener Arnold Penstrong by name and when Walter saw him his heart failed him and he cried out Arnold, what tidings is all well with the folk at Langton. Said Arnold, Evil tidings are come with me. Matters are ill with thy folk. For I may not hide that thy father, Bartholomew Golden, is dead. God rest his soul. At that word it was to Walter as if all that trouble which had but now had set so light upon him was once again fresh and heavy and that his past life of the last few months had never been and it was to him as if he saw his father lying dead on his bed and heard the folk lamenting about the house he held his peace a while and then he said in a voice as of an angry man. What, Arnold? And did he die in his bed, or how? For he was neither old nor ailing when we parted. Said Arnold. Yea, in his bed he died. But first, he was somewhat sword-bitten. Yeah, and how, quoth Walter, said Arnold, when thou wert gone in a few days, wearing thy father sent thy wife out of his house, back to her kindred of the Reddings with no honor, and yet with no such shame as might have been, without blame to us, of those who knew the tale of thee and her, which, God have mercy, will be pretty much the whole of the city. Nevertheless, the Reddings took it amiss, and would have a moat with us, Goldings, to talk of booting. By ill luck, we yea said that for the saving of the city's peace, But what be dead? We met in our guild hall, and there befell the talk between us. And in that talk, certain words could not be hidden, though they were none too seemly nor too meek. And the said words, once spoken, drew forth the wedded steel. and there then was the hewing and thrusting. Two of ours were slain outright on the floor and four of theirs and many were hurt on either side. Of these was thy father for as thou mayest well deem he was not backward in the fray. But despite his hurts two in the side and one on the arm he went home on his own feet and we deemed that we had come to our above but well away it was an evil victory whereas in ten days he died of his hurts God have his soul but now my master thou mayest well want that I am not come to tell thee this only, but moreover to bear the word of the kindred, to wit, that thou come back with me straightway in the swift cutter which hath borne me, and the tidings, and thou mayest look to it, that thou she be swift and light, she is a keel full weatherly. Then said Walter This is a bidding of war Come back will I And the redding shall not wath of my coming Are ye all bound? Yea said Arnold We may up anchor this very day Or tomorrow morn at latest But what aileth thee, Master, that thou stare so wild over my shoulder? I pray thee take it not so much to heart Ever it is the want of fathers to depart this world before their sons But Walter's visage from wrathful red had become pale and he pointed upstream and cried out look dost thou see see what master cawth arnold what here cometh an ape in gay raiment but like the beast of some jungler nay my god's wounds tis a man though he be exceeding misshapen like a very devil Yea, and now there cometh a pretty maid Going as if she were of his mercy And lo, here a most goodly and noble lady Yea, I see, and doubtless she owneth both the two And is of the greatest of the folk of this fair city for on the maiden's ankle I saw an iron ring which betoken it thralled him amongst these aliens but this is strange for notice thou not how the folk in the street had not this quaint show nay not even the stately lady though she be as lovely as a goddess of the gentiles and beareth on her gems that would buy LinkedIn twice over. Surely they must be over want to strange and gallant sights. But now, master, but now. Yea, what is it? said Walter. Why, master, they should not yet be gone out of eyeshot, yet gone they are. What has become of them? Are they sunk into the earth? Tush, ma'am, said Walter Looking not on Arnold But still staring down the street They have gone into some house While thine eyes were turned from them a moment Nay, master, nay, said Arnold mine eyes were not off them one instant of time well said Walter somewhat snappishly they are gone now and what have we to do to heed such toys we with all this grief and strife on our hands now would I be alone to turn the matter of thine errand over in my mind Meantime do thou tell the shipmaster Jeffrey and our other folk of these tidings and thereafter get thee all ready, and come hither with me, before sunrise tomorrow, and I shall be ready for my part, and so sail we back to Langton. therewith he turned him back into the house and the others went their ways but Walter sat alone in his chamber a long while and pondered these things in his mind and Walsey made up his mind that he would think no more of the vision of those three but would fare back to Langton and enter into the strife with the reddings and quell them or die else below when he was quite steady in his doom and his heart was lightened thereby he found that he thought no more of the reddings and their strife but as matters that were past and done with and that now he was thinking and devising if by any means he might find out what land dwelt those three and then again he strove to put that from him saying that what he had seen was but meat for one brain sick and a dreamer of dreams but furthermore he thought yea and was Arnold who this last time had seen the images of those three a dreamer of waking dreams for he was not wanted and such wise then thought he at least I am well content that he spake to me of their likeness not I to him for so I may tell that there was at least something before my eyes which grew not out of mine own brain. And yet again, why should I follow them, and what should I get by it, and indeed, how shall I set about it? Thus he turned the matter over and over, and at last, seeing that if he grew no foolisher over it, he grew no wiser. He became weary thereof, and bestirred him, and saw to the trussing up of his goods, and made all ready for his departure, and so wore the day, and slept at nightfall. And at daybreak comes Arnold to lead him to their keel, which hite the Bartholomew. He tarried not, and with few farewells went aboard ship, and an hour after they were in the open sea, with the ship's head turned toward Langton on home. Chapter 4 storm befalls the Bartholomew and she is driven off her course now swift sailed the Bartholomew for four weeks toward the northwest with a fair wind and all was well with ship and crew then the wind died out even of a day so that the ship scarce made way at all though she rolled in a great swell of the sea so great that it seemed to ridge all the main ethere moreover down in the west was a great bank of cloud huddled up in haze whereas for twenty days past the sky had been clear save for a few bright white clouds flying before the wind now the shipmaster a man right cunning in his craft looked long on sea and sky and then turned and bade the mariners take in sail and be right heedful and when Walter asked him what he looked for and wherefore he spake not to him thereof he said certainly why should I tell thee what any fool can see without telling to whip that there is weather to hand so they abode what should befall and Walter went to his room to sleep away the uneasy while for the night was now fallen and he knew no more till he was waked up by great hubbub and clamor of the shipmen and the whipping of ropes and thunder of flapping sails and the tossing and weltering of the ship with all. But, being a very stout-hearted young man, he lay still in his room, partly because he was a landsman and had no mind to tumble about amongst the shipmen and hinder them. And withal he said to himself what matter whether I go down to the bottom of the sea or come back to Langdon since either way my life or my death will take away from me the fulfillment of desire. Yet soothly if there it hath been a shift of wind That is not so ill For then shall we be driven to other lands And so at the least our homecoming shall be delayed And other tidings may have amidst of our tarrying So let all be as it will so in a little while in spite of the ship's wallowing and the tumult of the wind and waves he fell asleep again and woke no more till it was full daylight and there was the shipmaster standing in the door of his room the seawater all streaming from his wet weather raiment he said to Walter young master it's the cell of the day to thee for by good half we have gotten into another day now I shall tell thee that we have striven to be so as not to be driven off our course but all would not avail wherefore for these three hours we have been running before the wind but fair sir so big hath been the sea that but for our ship being the stoutest and our men all year we had all grown exceeding wise concerning the ground of the mid-main praise be to saint nicholas and all hallows For though ye shall presently look upon a new sea, and maybe a new land to boot, yet is that better looking on the ugly things down below? Is all well with ship and crew then? said Walter. Yea, forsooth, said the shipmaster. verily the Bartholomew is the darling of oak woods come up and look at it how she is dealing with wind and waves all free from fear so Walter did on his foul weather Raymond and went up onto the quarter deck and there indeed was a change of days for the sea was dark and tumbling mountain high and the white horses were running down the valleys thereof and the clouds drave low over all and bore a scud of rain along with them and though there was but a rag of sail on her the ship flew before the wind rolling a great wash of water from bulwark to bulwark Walter stood looking on it all the while holding on by a stay rope and saying to himself that it was well that they were driving so fast towards new things then the shipmaster came up to him and clapped him on the shoulder and said well shipmate cheer up and now come below again and eat some meat and drink a cup with me so Walter went down and ate and drank and his heart was lighter than it had been since he had heard of his father's death and the feud awaiting him at home which forsooth he had deemed would stay his wanderings a weary while and therewithal his hopes. But now it seemed as if he needs must wander. Would he? Would he not? And so it was that even this fed his hope. So sore his heart clung to that desire of his to seek home to those three that seemed to call him unto them. thank you for listening to sleepy good night Thank you.