

And amidst these was pictured oft and again a mighty king with a sword by his side and a crown on his head and ever was he smiling and joyous, so that Hallblithe, when he looked on him, felt of better heart and smiled back on the carven image. And there were fair women abiding therein, and lovely young men, and warriors, and strange beasts and many marvels, and the ending of wrath and beginning of pleasure and the crowning of love. But of one thing he marvelled, that whereas he was in an island of the strong-thieves of the waters, and in their very home and chiefest habitation, there were no ships or seas pictured in that imagery, but fair groves and gardens, with flowery grass and fruited trees all about. And he deemed the hall fairer within than without and especially over the shut-beds were many stories carven in the panelling, and Hallblithe beheld them gladly. So Hallblithe went back into the main hall, and the sun had gotten round now, and was shining into the hall, through the clerestory windows, so that he saw clearly all that was therein. Go now, and if thou wilt, go out of doors yet art thou safer within doors and nigher unto me.” Only look thou to it that no naked steel cometh out of thy scabbard. And as for thee, folk, both men and women, shall presently come into the hall, and I deem not that any shall meddle with thee but if so be that any challenge thee, whatsoever may be his words, answer thou to him, ‘THE HOUSE OF THE UNDYING,’ and there will be an end of it. But now since all this may only be if I live through this night, and since my heart hath been warmed by the good mead, and thy fellowship, and whereas I am somewhat sleepy, and it is long past noon, go forth into the hall, and leave me to sleep, that I may be as sound as eld will let me to-morrow. “It may be that thy good wishes shall be of avail to me. “Thou shalt see, my son,” said the Long-hoary. Said Hallblithe, “And when thou art come aland there, what wilt thou do?” Why should not I go, since there are men to bear me aboard?” “Yea,” said he, “nor shall any other be on the ship save thou and I, and the mariners that waft us and they forsooth shall not go aland there. “What,” said Hallblithe, “art thou wending thither, thou old man?” Now I am glad that thou art going thy ways to the Glittering Plain to-morrow for thou wilt be good company to me on the way: and I deem that thou wilt be no churl when thou art glad.” For if thou wert otherwise minded, I wot not how thou wouldest get thee a keel to carry thee, and the wings have not yet begun to sprout on thy shoulders, raven though thou be. And now I will tell thee that it is good that thou hast chosen to go to the Glittering Plain. Indeed it is not unlike that they will not speak one word to thee, and if that be so, thou hast no need to open thy mouth to them. Yet if thou wilt believe my word, it will be well for thee to say as little as thou mayst to any man here, and that little as little proud as maybe: for our folk are short of temper and thou knowest there is no might against many. And I bid thee abide here to-night, and thy cheer shall not be ill. “Son, a ship shall not be lacking thee for that voyage,” said the elder. Said the old carle, “Whither wouldest thou my son?” Hallblithe was silent a while, thinking what answer he should make then he said: “I would go to the land of the Glittering Plain.” “And when,” said Hallblithe, “shall I find a ship that shall carry me?” “How then may I leave this Isle?” said Hallblithe. “There is no need to talk of ransom,” said the elder “thou mayst go out of this house when thou wilt, nor will any meddle with thee if thou strayest about the Isle, when I have set a mark on thee and given thee a token: nor wilt thou be hindered if thou hast a mind to leave the Isle, if thou canst find means thereto moreover as long as thou art in the Isle, in this house mayst thou abide, eating and drinking and resting with us.” Hallblithe pondered his answer awhile with downcast eyes and said at last: “Have ye a mind to ransom me, now that I have walked into the trap?” The Story of the Glittering Plain - Chapter 7 A FEAST IN THE ISLE OF RANSOM
