Part 26 (1/2)

”Don't go to-day,” said his master; ”my wife bakes to-morrow, and she shall make thee a cake to take home to thy good woman.”

And when Ivan was going to leave, ”Here,” said his master, ”here is a cake for thee to take home to thy wife, and, when ye are most joyous together, then break the cake, and not sooner.”

So he took fair leave of them and travelled towards home, and at last he came to Wayn Her, and there he met three merchants from Tre Rhyn, of his own parish, coming home from Exeter Fair. ”Oho! Ivan,” said they, ”come with us; glad are we to see you. Where have you been so long?”

”I have been in service,” said Ivan, ”And now I'm going home to my wife.”

”Oh, come with us! you'll be right welcome.”

But when they took the new road Ivan kept to the old one. And robbers fell upon them before they had gone far from Ivan as they were going by the fields of the houses in the meadow. They began to cry out, ”Thieves!” and Ivan shouted out, ”Thieves!” too. And when the robbers heard Ivan's shout they ran away, and the merchants went by the new road and Ivan by the old one till they met again at Market-Jew.

”Oh, Ivan,” said the merchants, ”we are beholding to you; but for you we would have been lost men. Come lodge with us at our cost, and welcome.”

When they came to the place where they used to lodge, Ivan said, ”I must see the host.”

”The host,” they cried; ”what do you want with the host? Here is the hostess, and she's young and pretty. If you want to see the host you'll find him in the kitchen.”

So he went into the kitchen to see the host; he found him a weak old man turning the spit.

”Oh! oh!” quoth Ivan, ”I'll not lodge here, but will go next door.”

”Not yet,” said the merchants, ”sup with us, and welcome.”

Now it happened that the hostess had plotted with a certain monk in Market-Jew to murder the old man in his bed that night while the rest were asleep, and they agreed to lay it on the lodgers.

So while Ivan was in bed next door, there was a hole in the pine-end of the house, and he saw a light through it. So he got up and looked, and heard the monk speaking. ”I had better cover this hole,” said he, ”or people in the next house may see our deeds.” So he stood with his back against it while the hostess killed the old man.

But meanwhile Ivan out with his knife, and putting it through the whole, cut a round piece off the monk's robe.

The very next morning the hostess raised the cry that her husband was murdered, and as there was neither man nor child in the house but the merchants, she declared they ought to be hanged for it.

So they were taken and carried to prison, till at last Ivan came to them. ”Alas! alas! Ivan,” cried they, ”bad luck sticks to us; our host was killed last night, and we shall be hanged for it.”

”Ah, tell the justices,” said Ivan, ”to summon the real murderers.”

”Who knows,” they replied, ”who committed the crime?”

”Who committed the crime!” said Ivan. ”If I cannot prove who committed the crime, hang me in your stead.”

So he told all he knew, and brought out the piece of cloth from the monk's robe, and with that the merchants were set at liberty, and the hostess and the monk were seized and hanged.

Then they came all together out of Market-Jew, and they said to him: ”Come as far as Coed Carrn y Wylfa, the Wood of the Heap of Stones of Watching, in the parish of Burman.” Then their two roads separated, and though the merchants wished Ivan to go with them, he would not go with them, but went straight home to his wife.

And when his wife saw him she said: ”Home in the nick of time. Here's a purse of gold that I've found; it has no name, but sure it belongs to the great lord yonder. I was just thinking what to do when you came.”

Then Ivan thought of the third counsel, and he said: ”Let us go and give it to the great lord.”

So they went up to the castle, but the great lord was not in it, so they left the purse with the servant that minded the gate, and then they went home again and lived in quiet for a time.

But one day the great lord stopped at their house for a drink of water, and Ivan's wife said to him: ”I hope your lords.h.i.+p found your lords.h.i.+p's purse quite safe with all its money in it.”