Of all the young
gallants in Scotland in the thirteenth century, there was none more
graciost and debonair than Thomas Learmont, Laird of the castle of
Ercildoune, in Berwickshire.
He loved books, poetry, and music, which were uncommon tastes in
those days; and, above all, he loved to study nature, and to watch
the habits of the beasts and birds that made their abode in the
fields and woods round about his home.
Now it chanced that, one sunny May morning, Thomas left his Tower of
Ercildoune, and went wandering into the woods that lay about the
Huntly Burn, a little stream that came rushing down from the slopes
of the Eildon Hills. It was a lovely morningfresh, and bright, and
warm, and everything was so beautiful that it looked as Paradise
The tender leaves were bursting out of their sheaths, and covering
all the trees with a fresh soft mantle of green; and amongst the
carpet of moss under the young man's feet, yellow primroses and
starry anemones were turning up their faces to the morning sky.
The little birds were singing like to burst their throats, and
hundreds of insects were flying backwards and forwards in the
sunshine; while down by the burnside the bright-eyed water-rats were
poking their noses out of their holes, as if they knew that summer
had come, and wanted to have a share in all that was going on.
Thomas felt so happy with the gladness of it all, that he threw
himself down, at the root of a tree, to watch the living view go
As he was lying there, he heard the trampling of a horse's hooves,
as it forced its way through the bushes; and, looking up, he saw the
most beautiful lady that he had ever seen coming riding towards him
on a grey palfrey.
She wore a hunting dress of glistening silk, the colour of the fresh
spring grass; and from her shoulders hung a velvet mantle, which
matched the riding-skirt exactly. Her yellow hair, like rippling
gold, hung loosely round her shoulders, and on her head sparkled a
diadem of precious stones, which flashed like fire in the sunlight.
Her saddle was of pure ivory, and her saddle-cloth of blood-red
satin, while her saddle girths were of corded silk and her stirrups
of cut crystal. Her horse's reins were of beaten gold, all hung with
little silver bells, so that, as she rode along, she made a sound
like fairy music.
Apparently she was bent on the chase, for she carried a hunting-horn
and a sheaf of arrows; and she led seven greyhounds along in a
leash, while as many scenting hounds ran loose at her horses side.
As she rode down the glen, she lilted a bit of an old Scotch song;
and she carried herself with such a queenly air, and her dress was
so magnificent, that Thomas was like to kneel by the side of the
path and worship her, for he thought that it must be the Blessed
But when the rider came to where he was, and understood his
thoughts, she shook her head sadly.
"I am not that Blessed Lady, as thou thinkest," she said. Men call
me Queen, but it is of a far other country; for I am the Queen of
Fairy-land, and not the Queen of Heaven."
And certainly it seemed as if what she said were true; for, from
that moment, it was as if a spell were cast over Thomas, making him
forget prudence, and caution, and common-sense itself.
For he knew that it was dangerous for mortals to meddle with
Fairies, yet he was so entranced with the Lady's beauty that he
begged her to give him a kiss. This was just what she wanted, for
she knew that if she once kissed him she had him in her power.
And, to the young man's horror, as soon as their lips had met, an
awful change came over her. For her beautiful mantle and
riding-skirt of silk seemed to fade away, leaving her clad in a long
grey garment, which was just the colour of ashes. Her beauty seemed
to fade away also, and she grew old and wan; and, worst of all, half
of her abundant yellow hair went grey before his very eyes. She saw
the poor man's astonishment and terror, and she burst into a mocking
I am not so fair to look on now as I was at first" she said, but
that matters little, for thou hast sold thyself, Thomas, to be my
servant for seven long years. For whoso kisseth the Fairy Queen must
e'en go with her to Fairy-land, and serve her there till that time
When he heard these words poor Thomas fell on his knees and begged
for mercy. But mercy he could not obtain. The Elfin Queen only
laughed in his face, and brought her dapple-grey palfrey close up to
where he was standing.
No, no," she said, in answer to his entreaties. Thou didst ask the
kiss, and now thou must pay the price. So dally no longer, but mount
behind me, for it is full time that I was gone."
So Thomas, with many a sigh and groan of terror, mounted behind her;
and as soon as he had done so, she shook her bridle rein, and the
grey steed galloped off.
On and on they went, going swifter than the wind; till they left the
land of the living behind, and came to the edge of a great desert,
which stretched before them, dry, and bare, and desolate, to the
edge of the far horizon.
At least, so it seemed to the weary eyes of Thomas of Ercildoune,
and he wondered if he and his strange companion had to cross this
desert; and, if so, if there were any chance of reaching the other
side of it alive.
But the Fairy Queen suddenly tightened her rein, and the grey
palfrey stopped short in its wild career.
Now must thou descend to earth, Thomas," said the Lady, glancing
over her shoulder at her unhappy captive, and lout down, and lay
thy head on my knee, and I will show thee hidden things, which
cannot be seen by mortal eyes."
So Thomas dismounted, and louted down, and rested his head on the
Fairy Queens knee; and lo, as he looked once more over the desert,
everything seemed changed. For he saw three roads leading across it
now, which he had not noticed before, and each of these three roads
One of them was broad, and level, and even, and it ran straight on
across the sand, so that no one who was travelling by it could
possibly lose his way.
And the second road was as different from the first as it well could
be. It was narrow, and winding, and long; and there was a thorn
hedge on one side of it, and a briar hedge on the other; and those
hedges grew so high, and their branches were so wild and tangled,
that those who were travelling along that road would have some
difficulty in persevering on their journey at all.
And the third road was unlike any of the others. It was a bonnie,
bonnie road, winding np a hillside among brackens, and heather, and
golden-yellow whins, and it looked as if it would be pleasant
travelling, to pass that way.
Now," said the Fairy Queen, as thou wilt, I shall tell thee where
these three roads lead to. The first road, as thou seest, is broad,
and even, and easy, and there be many that choose it to travel on.
But though it be a good road, it leadeth to a bad end, and the folk
that choose it repent their choice for ever.
And as for the narrow road, all hampered and hindered by the thorns
and the briars, there be few that be troubled to ask where that
leadeth to. But did they ask, perchance more of them might be
stirred up to set out along it. For that is the Road of
Righteousness; and, although it be hard and irksome, yet it endeth
in a glorious City, which is called the City of the Great King.
And the third roadthe bonnie roadthat runs up the brae among the
ferns, and leadeth no mortal kens whither, but I ken where it
leadeth, Thomasfor it leadeth unto fair Elf-land; and that road
And, mark 'ee, Thomas, if ever thou hopest to see thine own Tower
of Ercildoune again, take care of thy tongue when we reach our
journey's end, and speak no single word to anyone save mefor the
mortal who openeth his lips rashly in Fairy-land must bide there for
Then she bade him mount her palfrey again, and they rode on. The
ferny road was not so bonnie all the way as it had been at first,
however. For they had not ridden along it very far before it led
them into a narrow ravine, which seemed to go right down under the
earth, where there was no ray of light to guide them, and where the
air was dank and heavy. There was a sound of rushing water
everywhere, and at last the grey palfrey plunged right into it; and
it crept up, cold and chill, first over Thomas's feet, and then over
His courage had been slowly ebbing ever since he had been parted
from the daylight, but now he gave himself up for lost; for it
seemed to him certain that his strange companion and he would never
come safe to their journey's end.
He fell forward in a kind of swoon; and, if it had not been that he
had tight hold of the Fairy's ash-grey gown, I warrant he had fallen
from his seat, and had been drowned.
But all things, be they good or bad, pass in time, and at last the
darkness began to lighten, and the light grew stronger, until they
were back in broad sunshine.
Then Thomas took courage, and looked up; and lo, they were riding
through a beautiful orchard, where apples and pears, dates and figs
and wine-berries grew in great abundance. And his tongue was so
parched and dry, and he felt so faint, that he longed for some of
the fruit to restore him.
He stretched out his hand to pluck some of it; but his companion
turned in her saddle and forbade him.
There is nothing safe for thee to eat here," she said, save an
apple, which I will give thee presently. If thou touch aught else
thou art bound to remain in Fairy-land for ever."
So poor Thomas had to restrain himself as best he could; and they
rode slowly on, until they came to a tiny tree all covered with red
apples. The Fairy Queen bent down and plucked one, and handed it to
This I can give thee," she said, and I do it gladly, for these
apples are the Apples of Truth; and whoso eateth them gaineth this
reward, that his lips will never more be able to frame a lie."
Thomas took the apple, and ate it; and for evermore the Grace of
Truth rested on his lips; and that is why, in after years, men
called him True Thomas."
They had only a little way to go after this, before they came in
sight of a magnificent Castle standing on a hillside.
Yonder is my abode," said the Queen, pointing to it proudly. There
dwelleth my Lord and all the Nobles of his court; and, as my Lord
hath an uncertain temper, and shows no liking for any strange
gallant whom he sees in my company, I pray thee, both for thy sake
and mine, to utter no word to anyone who speaketh to thee; and, if
anyone should ask me who and what thou art, I will tell them that
thou art dumb. So wilt thou pass unnoticed in the crowd."
With these words the Lady raised her hunting-horn, and blew a loud
and piercing blast; and, as she did so, a marvellous change came
over her again; for her ugly ash-covered gown dropped off her, and
the grey in her hair vanished, and she appeared once more in her
green riding-skirt and mantle, and her face grew young and fair.
And a wonderful change passed over Thomas also; for, as he chanced
to glance downwards, he found that his rough country clothes had
been transformed into a suit of fine brown cloth, and that on his
feet he wore satin shoon.
Immediately the sound of the horn rang out, the doors of the Castle
flew open, and the King hurried out to meet the Queen, accompanied
by such a number of Knights and Ladies, Minstrels and Page-boys,
that Thomas, who had slid from his palfrey, had no difficulty in
obeying her wishes and passing into the Castle unobserved.
Everyone seemed very glad to see the Queen back again, and they
crowded into the Great Hall in her train, and she spoke to them all
graciously, and allowed them to kiss her hand. Then she passed, with
her husband, to a dais at the far end of the huge apartment, where
two thrones stood, on which the Royal pair seated themselves to
watch the revels which now began.
Poor Thomas, meanwhile, stood far away at the other end of the Hall,
feeling very lonely, yet fascinated by the extraordinary scene on
which he was gazing.
For, although all the fine ladies, and Courtiers, and Knights were
dancing in one part of the Hall, there were huntsmen coming and
going in another part, carrying in great antlered deer, which
apparently they had killed in the chase, and throwing them down in
heaps on the floor. And there were rows of cooks standing beside the
dead animals, cutting them up into joints, and bearing away the
joints to be cooked.
Altogether it was such a strange, fantastic scene that Thomas took
no heed of how the time flew, but stood and gazed, and gazed, never
speaking a word to anybody. This went on for three long days, then
the Queen rose from her throne, and, stepping from the dais, crossed
the Hall to where he was standing.
'Tis time to mount and ride, Thomas," she said, if thou wouldst
ever see the fair Castle of Ercildoune again."
Thomas looked at her in amazement. "Thou spokest of seven long
years, Lady," he exclaimed, and I have been here but three days."
The Queen smiled. Time passeth quickly in Fairyland, my friend,"
she replied. Thou thinkest that thou hast been here but three days.
Tis seven years since we two met. And now it is time for thee to
go. I would fain have had thy presence with me longer, but I dare
not, for thine own sake. For every seventh year an Evil Spirit
cometh from the Regions of Darkness, and carrieth back with him one
of our followers, whomsoever he chanceth to choose. And, as thou art
a goodly fellow, I fear that he might choose thee.
So, as I would be loth to let harm befall thee, I will take thee
back to thine own country this very night." Once more the grey
palfrey was brought, and Thomas and the Queen mounted it; and, as
they had come, so they returned to the Eildon Tree near the Huntly
Then the Queen bade Thomas farewell; and, as a parting gift, he
asked her to give him something that would let people know that he
had really been to Fairyland.
I have already given thee the Gift of Truth, she replied. I will
now give thee the Gifts of Prophecy and Poesie; so that thou wilt be
able to foretell the future, and also to write wondrous verses. And,
besides these unseen gifts, here is something that mortals can see
with their own eyesa Harp that was fashioned in Fairyland. Fare
thee well, my friend. Some day, perchance, I will return for thee
With these words the Lady vanished, and Thomas was left alone,
feeling a little sorry, if the truth must be told, at parting with
such a radiant Being and coming back to the ordinary haunts of men.
After this he lived for many a long year in his Castle of Ercildoune,
and the fame of his poetry and of his prophecies spread all over the
country, so that people named him True Thomas, and Thomas the Rhymer.
I cannot write down for you all the prophecies which Thomas uttered,
and which most surely came to pass, but I will tell you one or two.
He foretold the Battle of Bannockburn in these words:
The Burn of Breid -Shall rin fou reid,
which came to pass on that terrible day when the waters of the
little Bannockburn were reddened by the blood of the defeated
He also foretold the Union of the Crowns of England and Scotland,
under a Prince who was the son of a French Queen, and who yet bore
the blood of Bruce in his veins.
A French Quen shall bearre the Sonne;
Shall rule all Britainne to the sea,
As neere as is the ninth degree,
which thing came true
in 1603, when King James, son of Mary, Queen of Scots, became
Monarch of both countries.
Fourteen long years
went by, and people were beginning to forget that Thomas the Rhymer
had ever been in fairyland; but at last a day came when Scotland was
at war with England, and the Scottish army was resting by the banks
of the Tweed, not far from the Tower of Ercildoune.
And the Master of the Tower determined to make a feast, and invite
all the Nobles and Barons who were leading the army to sup with him.
That feast was long remembered.
For the Laird of Ercildoune took care that everything was as
magnificent as it could possibly be; and when the meal was ended he
rose in his place, and, taking his Elfin Harp, he sang to his
assembled guests song after song of the days of long ago.
The guests listened breathlessly, for they felt that they would
never hear such wonderful music again. And so it fell out.
For that very night, after all the Nobles had gone back to their
tents, a soldier on guard saw, in the moonlight, a snow-white Hart
and Hind moving slowly down the road that ran past the camp.
There was something so unusual about the animals that he called to
his officer to come and look at them. And the officer called to his
brother officers, and soon there was quite a crowd softly following
the dumb creatures, who paced solemnly on, as if they were keeping
time to music unheard by mortal ears.
There is something uncanny about this" said one soldier at last.
Let us send for Thomas of Ercildoune, perchance he may be able to
tell us if it be an omen or no."
"Ay, send for Thomas of Ercildoune" cried every one at once. So a
little page was sent in haste to the old Tower to rouse the Rhymer
from his slumbers.
When he heard the boy's message, the Seers face grew grave and
'Tis a summons," he said softly, a summons from the Queen of
Fairy-land. I have waited long for it, and it hath come at last."
And when he went out,
instead of joining the little company of waiting men, he walked
straight up to the snow-white Hart and Hind. As soon as he reached
them they paused for a moment as if to greet him. Then all three
moved slowly down a steep bank that sloped to the little river
Leader, and disappeared in its foaming waters, for the stream was in
And, although a careful search was made, no trace of Thomas of
Ercildoune was found; and to this day the country folk believe that
the Hart and the Hind were messengers from the Elfin Queen, and that
he went back to Fairy-land with them.
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