Wayfarer

She went on ministering to her sick and to her poor, and still stood ready to give the wayfarer her bed and content herself with the floor.

The Weeping Woman was the favorite of old women, Arya saw; rich men preferred the Lion of Night, poor men the Hooded Wayfarer.

What’s the row?” The boy who addressed this inquiry to the young wayfarer, was about his own age: but one of the queerest looking boys that Oliver had even seen.

He bore until his death, 789, the curious title, “Geometer and Solitary,” or “lone wayfarer” (Solivagus).

It was difficult to encounter a wayfarer of more wretched appearance.

More active air, a matutinal distant cock, ecclesiastical clocks at various points, avine music, the isolated tread of an early wayfarer, the visible diffusion of the light of an invisible luminous body, the first golden limb of the resurgent sun perceptible low on the horizon.

“At this abundant harvest-time of all the year,” Dr. Drew chanted, “when, though stormy the sky and laborious the path to the drudging wayfarer, yet the hovering and bodiless spirit swoops back o’er all the labors and desires of the past twelve months, oh, then it seems to me there sounds behind all our apparent failures the golden chorus of greeting from those passed happily on; and lo!

EDMURE TULLY, Lord of Riverrun, taken captive at his wedding and held prisoner by the Freys, —his bride, LADY ROSLIN of House Frey, now with child, —his sister, {LADY CATELYN STARK}, widow of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, slain at the Red Wedding, —his sister, {LADY LYSA ARRYN}, widow of Lord Jon Arryn of the Vale, pushed to her death from the Eyrie, —his uncle, SER BRYNDEN TULLY, called THE BLACKFISH, lately castellan of Riverrun, now an outlaw —his household at Riverrun: —MAESTER VYMAN, counselor, healer, and tutor, —SER DESMOND GRELL, master-at-arms, —SER ROBIN RYGER, captain of the guard, —LONG LEW, ELWOOD, DELP, guardsmen, —UTHERYDES WAYN, steward of Riverrun, —his bannermen, the Lords of the Trident: —TYTOS BLACKWOOD, Lord of Raventree Hall, —BRYNDEN, his eldest son and heir, —{LUCAS}, his second son, slain at the Red Wedding, —HOSTER, his third son, a bookish boy, —EDMUND and ALYN, his younger sons, —BETHANY, his daughter, a girl of eight, —{ROBERT}, his youngest son, died of loose bowels, —JONOS BRACKEN, Lord of the Stone Hedge, —BARBARA, JAYNE, CATELYN, BESS, ALYSANNE, his five daughters, —HILDY, a camp follower, —JASON MALLISTER, Lord of Seagard, a prisoner in his own castle, —PATREK, his son, imprisoned with his father, —SER DENYS MALLISTER, Lord Jason’s uncle, a man of the Night’s Watch, —CLEMENT PIPER, Lord of Pinkmaiden Castle, —his son and heir, SER MARQ PIPER, taken captive at the Red Wedding, —KARYL VANCE, Lord of Wayfarer’s Rest, —NORBERT VANCE, the blind Lord of Atranta, —THEOMAR SMALLWOOD, Lord of Acorn Hall, —WILLIAM MOOTON, Lord of Maidenpool, Dickon Tarly of Horn Hill, —SHELLA WHENT, dispossessed Lady of Harrenhal, —SER HALMON PAEGE, —LORD LYMOND GOODBROOK.

↩︎ The bota is the leathern wine-bag which is as much a part of the Spanish wayfarer’s paraphernalia as the alforjas.

Many a wayfarer upon the high road which ran by Ferrier’s farm felt long-forgotten thoughts revive in their mind as they watched her lithe girlish figure tripping through the wheatfields, or met her mounted upon her father’s mustang, and managing it with all the ease and grace of a true child of the West.