Thomas Nelson - The Realms Thereunder

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But whatso hap at the end of the world,
Where Nothing is struck and sounds,
It is not, by Thor, these monkish men
These humbled Wessex hounds

Not this pale line of Christian hinds
This one white string of men,
Shall keep us back from the end of the world,
And the things that happen then.

It is not Alfreds dwarfish sword,
Nor Egberts pigmy crown,
Shall stay us now that descend in thunder,
Rending the realms and the realms thereunder,
Down through the world and down.

THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE:
VI - THE SLAYING OF THE CHIEFS,
G. K. CHESTERTON

The Swindlestock Tavern

20th April, 1524

And I say that youre a fool, Addison Fletcher! the brawny man declared, striking his ale mug against the bare wooden table for emphasis.

God smite me where I sit if I tell a lie, Coll Dawson! Addison protested, his eyes flicking heavenward for the briefest of moments.

Ah, butdid you not say, declared Coll, cocking an eyebrow and pointing a finger. Did you not say that you got this account from another

From Rob Fuller, piped a voice from the end of the table.

Aye, from Rob Fuller. And whos to say that a tale told by Rob Fuller is true or false? Swearing oaths upon secondhand tales is not wise.

Then tell me, is it wisdom or foolishness to trust honourable men? Ive known Rob this last twenty year and judge him to be a straight and honest man.

Even so, continued Coll expansively. An honest man may

Enough! came a shout from the table next to theirs. You bicker like a pair of divinity scholars. I would hear the rest of the tale and judge for myself!

Aye, the tale! came another shout from behind Addison, and the chorus was picked up by all of those in the tavern who were in earshot of the two men.

Alright! Alright! Addison banged his ale mug on the table.

When a reasonable silence fell on the room, he drew breath to speak. Where had I gotten to?

The blacksmith was working late on a moonless night when a man walked in... , a helpful listener prompted.

Aye, aye, just so. And full old he waswith a beard, white as a cloud, down to his waist, and a red

You described him already! came a cry from another table.

And a red robe! Addison Fletcher shouted. A red robe that was bordered with all manner of delicate and intricate designs!

Alright?

There was chuckling among the crowd.

Anyhow, Addison continued, quieter. This old gent comes up to the blacksmithSam, the blacksmiths name isand bids him good evening. Sam bids him likewise and asks what service he can give the old man. The old man without saying a word hands him a bar of gold this big. Addison held his hands apart.

Whats this? asks Sam.

I need you to make a shoe from this strip of gold that would fit a warhorse, says the stranger, and gives him the size, which is large enough for a destrier. The blacksmith sets to work andit being no especially hard task to shape goldhe soon has the shoe made. He hands it over to the old man along with the parts of the gold bar that he hasnt used. He does this thinking that hell get some of the gold in return and more of it if hes honest. For in working with the stuff, hes judged it to be proof pure.

But the gent merely puts the gold scraps in a pouch he carries on his belt and asks the smith to pick up his shoeing tools and follow him.

Where are we going? asks Sam, and the old man answers that the job isnt finished until the horse itself is shod. With assurance that hell be compensated for his time, Sam falls in step alongside him.

Well, to hear Sam tell of it, they walk out of the town proper this was all happening in Reading, by the wayand along the river Kennet past the abandoned abbey grounds and into the forest. They go about a mile inwards, until they reach a cave in the side of a cliff. The old man ducks his head and walks in without pausing and Sams right behind him trying not to lose sight of him in the dark.

Its not too long before they come to a small room carved out in the rock in the corner of which is a large pile of jewelsrubies, emeralds, diamonds, garnets, sapphires, and the like. There are two grand archways in this small room leading to two large halls like feasting halls. In one of them he can see men, warriors, all done up head to foot in armour, and sleeping, each laid out on the floor shoulder to shoulder, toe to toe.

In the other room are horses, massive warhorses, all of them likewise asleep but upright and covered in fine blankets under which they wear armour. And each one of them is shod with four golden horseshoes.

The old man enters this second room, but Sam is told to stay where he is, and not to touch the pile of jewels. As he waits Sam takes in all he can about the place. He ends up by counting the horses and reckons there to be about seventy or so.

Well, the old man reappears, leading a listing horse down the centre of the hall and into the smaller chamber.

Sam is told by the old man to shoe the horse and so he does, all the while eyeing the pile of jewels and asking questions questions about where he is, who the knights are, and how the horses have been keptbut the old man doesnt say a word, as if he cant hear Sam.

Well, Sam eventually finishes his work and puts his tools away. The old man studies his work, praises his handicraft, and then hands Sam a leather pouch. Sam opens it and finds it empty.

He asks the old man what it is.

You may fill this pouch with whatever gemstones you wish from the pile, the old man answers. But do not put anything of value in your shirt, tool satchel, or anywhere on your person, else the knights will wake up and surely kill you. Fill it as much as you can but make sure that you are able to draw the strings shut, for if you leave with it open the knights will wake up and surely kill you and I wont stop them.

So Sam goes over to the pile as the old man leads the horse away and he starts cramming the bag full of precious stones. Hes sufficiently scared of the old mans tale about the knights killing him to not put anything on his person. But also hes thinking that hell make a return trip here the next morning with the same pouch and carry even more away.

Sam packs the pouch tight enough to just be able to pull the strings together, and the old man leads him out of the cave.

Once outside the old man turns to him and says that he may return to his forge, but he is not to tell anyone of what he has done this evening. The old man then goes back into the cave and Sam walks home.

Now anyone who knows Sam knows that it only takes a prod to start his tongue wagging and scarce has he crossed his own doors threshold then hes gabbing to his wife about all thats just happened to him. She finds this all hard to believe

Shes not the only one, Coll Dawson said to the man sitting next to him.

But, continued Addison, hes got the bag full of gemstones that he carried out with him. He throws this on the table and says, Heres the proof.

The wife opens the bag and sticks her hand in and pulls out something small and hard and then lets go of both it and the bag. What is this? A joke? she asks, angry.

Sam goes over to the bag and tips out the contents onto the table. Instead of all his diamonds, rubies, and such, theres just a pouchful of old dried-up horse droppings. Sam tries to tell the tale again, but his wife has lost patience with him and makes him sleep that night in the forge.

Women are unreasonable like that, said a man at the next table.

The next day, Addison continued peevishly, Sam goes back into the forest to look for the cave but he cant find it. He finds a cliff face that he thinks is the same place, but it is just a blank wall of stone. He keeps hunting around and finds a few caves but none of them go back very far.