Lud-in-the-Mist by Hope Mirrlees - HTML preview

CHAPTER XXXII
CONCLUSION

I should like to conclude with a few words as to the fate of the various people who have appeared in these pages.

Hazel Gibberty married Sebastian Thug—and an excellent husband he made her. He gave up the sea and settled on his wife's farm. Mistress Ivy Peppercorn came and lived with them and every summer they had a visit from Master Nathaniel and Ranulph. Bawdy Bess left Lud at the time of Sebastian's marriage—out of pique, said the malicious.

Luke Hempen entered the Lud Yeomanry, where he did so well that when Mumchance retired he was elected Captain in his place.

Hempie lived to a ripe old age—long enough to tell her stories to Ranulph's children; nor had she any scruples about telling them her views on "neighbourliness." And when she died, as a tribute to her long and loving service, she was buried in the family chapel of the Chanticleers.

Mother Tibbs, after taking a conspicuous part in the wild revels which followed on the arrival of the fairy army, vanished for ever from Dorimare. Nor did anyone ever again see Portunus. But, from time to time, a wild red-haired youth would arrive uninvited, and having turned everything topsy-turvy with his pranks, would rush from the house, shouting "Ho! Ho! Hoh!"

By degrees the Crabapple Blossoms recovered their spirits. But they certainly did not grow up into the sort of young ladies their mothers had imagined they would when they first sent them to Miss Primrose Crabapple's Academy. They were never stinted of fairy fruit, for the Dapple continued to bring its tribute to Dorimare, adding thereby considerably to the wealth of the country. For, thanks to the sound practical sense of Master Ambrose, a new industry was started—that of candying fairy fruit, and exporting it to all the countries with which they trafficked, in pretty fancy boxes, the painted lids of which showed that art was creeping back to Dorimare.

As for Ranulph, when he grew up he wrote the loveliest songs that had been heard since the days of Duke Aubrey—songs that crossed the sea and were sung by lonely fishermen in the far North, and by indigo mothers crooning to their babies by the doors of their huts in the Cinnamon Isles.

Dame Marigold continued to smile, and to nibble marzipan with her cronies. But she used sometimes sadly to wonder whether Master Nathaniel had ever really come back from beyond the Debatable Hills; sometimes, but not always.

And Master Nathaniel himself? Whether he ever heard the Note again I cannot say. But in time he went, either to reap the fields of gillyflowers, or to moulder in the Fields of Grammary. And below his coffin in the family chapel a brass tablet was put up with this epitaph:

NATHANIEL CHANTICLEER

PRESIDENT OF THE GUILD OF MERCHANTS
 THREE TIMES MAYOR OF LUD-IN-THE-MIST
 TO WHOM WAS GRANTED NO SMALL SHARE OF
 THE PEACE AND PROSPERITY
 HE HELPED TO BESTOW ON
 HIS TOWN AND COUNTRY.

An epitaph not unlike those he used to con so wistfully in his visits to the Fields of Grammary.

And this is but another proof that the Written Word is a Fairy, as mocking and elusive as Willy Wisp, speaking lying words to us in a feigned voice. So let all readers of books take warning! And with this final exhortation this book shall close.

             Columbine

"And can the physician make sick men well,

And can the magician a fortune divine

Without lily, germander, and sops in wine?

With sweet-brier,

And bon-fire,

And strawberry-wire,

And columbine."

"Within and out, in and out, round as a ball,

With hither and thither, as straight as a line,

With lily, germander, and sops in wine.

With sweet-brier

And bon-fire

And strawberry-wire

And columbine."

"Any lass for a Duke, a Duke who wears green,

In lands where the sun and the moon do not shine,

With lily, germander, and sops in wine.

With sweet-brier

And bon-fire

And strawberry-wire

And columbine."

"When Aubrey did live there lived no poor,

The lord and the beggar on roots did dine

With lily, germander, and sops in wine.

With sweet-brier

And bon-fire,

And strawberry-wire,

And columbine."

"There are windfalls of dreams, there's a wolf in the stars,

And Life is a nymph who will never be thine,

With lily, germander, and sops in wine.

With sweet-brier,

And bon-fire,

And strawberry-wire,

And columbine."