VI
How the Month of May came to the Mill, and the Delay was Made Longer
The Blue Flower | ||
VI
How the Month of May came to the Mill, and the Delay was Made Longer
Now when the month of May came to the Mill it brought a plenty of sweet flowers, and Lirette wrought in the garden. With her, when the day was spent and the sun rested upon the edge of the
"Is it this?" she cried, giving him a violet. "Too dark," said he.
"Then here it is," she said, plucking a posy of forget-me-not.
"Too light," said he.
"Surely this is it," and she brought him a spray of blue-bells.
"Too slender," said he, "and well I ween that I may not find that flower, till I ride farther in my quest and achieve great adventure."
Then was the Maid cast down, and Martimor was fain to comfort her.
So while they walked thus in the garden, the days were fair and still, and the river ran lowly and slowly, as it were full of gentleness, and Flumen had amended him of his evil ways. But full of craft and guile was that false foe. For now that the gates were firm and strong, he found a way down through the corner of the dam, where a water-rat had burrowed, and there the water went seeping
and creeping, gnawing ever at the hidden breach. Presently in the night came a mizzling rain, and far among the hills a cloud brake open, and the mill-pond flowed over and under, and the dam crumbled away, and the Mill shook, and the whole river ran roaring through the garden.
Then was Martimor wonderly wroth, because the river had blotted out the Maid's flowers. "And one day," she cried, holding fast to him and trembling, "one day Flumen will have me, when thou art gone."
"Not so," said he, "by the faith of my body that foul fiend shall never have thee. I will bind him, I will compel him, or die in the deed."
So he went forth, upward along the river, till he came to
a strait Place among the hills. There was a great rock full
of caves and hollows, and there the water whirled and burbled
in furious wise. "Here," thought he, "is the hold of the
knave Flumen, and if I may cut through above this rock and
make a dyke with a gate in it, to let down the water another
way when the floods come, so shall I spoil him of his craft
and put him to the worse."
"Surely this is it," and she brought him a spray of blue-bells.
[Description:
A color image showing Lirette and Martimor in front of a tree in the
garden. Martimor stands at center, holding up his shield at arm's
length and displaying its flower crest. Lirette stands slightly to
the fore and left, holding up a forget-me-not spray for comparison.
The foreground shows unspecific blue flowers growing close to the
ground, and a clay pot in left fore with more blue flowers. Directly
behind the figures is a tree; in the right background is a house with a
watermill wheel.
]
Then he toiled day and night to make the dyke, and ever by night Flumen came and strove with him, and did his power to cast him down and strangle him. But Martimor stood fast and drave him back.
And at last, as they wrestled and whapped together, they fell headlong in the stream.
"Ho-o!" shouted Flumen, "now will I drown thee, and mar the Mill and the Maid."
But Martimor gripped him by the neck and thrust his head betwixt the leaves of the gate and shut them fast, so that his eyes stood out like gobbets of foam, and his black tongue hung from his mouth like a water-weed.
"Now shalt thou swear never to mar Mill nor Maid, but meekly to serve them," cried Martimor. Then Flumen sware by wind and wave, by storm and stream, by rain and river, by pond and pool, by flood and fountain, by dyke and dam.
"These be changeable things," said Martimor, swear by the Name of God."
So he sware, and even as the Name passed his teeth, the gobbets of foam floated forth from the
Then Martimor came back to the Mill, and told how Flumen was overcome and made to swear a pact. Thus their hearts waxed light and jolly, and they kept that day as it were a love-day.
VI
How the Month of May came to the Mill, and the Delay was Made Longer
The Blue Flower | ||