Birdalone asked where she was kinned, and she answered: In Utterhay.
Then said Birdalone: Within these last few days I have heard that
town named twice or thrice, and never before, as meseemeth; and yet,
hearing the name from thy mouth, it seemeth to stir something in me,
as if I had been there one time and longed to be there again. Is
there aught in the place whereof folk tell wide about, so that I
might have heard it told of and not noted it at the time? Nay, lady,
said the dame, save perchance that it is on the verge of a very great
and very evil wood, otherwise it was once a merry town and of much
resort from the country-side.
Birdalone looked on her, and saw that the tears were coming from her
eyes and running down her cheeks as she spake; so she said to her:
Why dost thou weep, mother? Is there aught I may do to assuage thy
grief? Said the dame: Thou art so kind to me, and thy voice is so
dear and sweet, that I cannot choose but weep. Meseems it is because
love of thee hath taken mine heart, and therewith is blended memory
of past sorrow of mine.
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