Gone to Earth Page #2

Hazel?

Alright, sulk. It doesn't hurt me.

I never ran after a woman

in my life.

Hungry?

You can have my room above the stables

for the night. There's a key to it.

Here you be.

- Where will you sleep, Mr. Vessons?

- Never you mind!

No woman should ever tell Andrew

Vessons where to sleep.

I'll wake you at daybreak.

- A mug of beer? I brew it myself.

- If you don't mind, I'd rather tea.

Tea?

Lord, how furiously do the women

rage after tea.

Tea it shall be!

Come on!

Come on, Mary Ann!

Where do you live?

You needn't be scared to tell me.

I'm six and sixty.

- You'll not tell him?

- Him?

Not wild horses shall drag it

from me...

nor yet, blood horses!

Nor hunters,

nor cart-horses...

Nor Suffolk punches.

I lived at the Callow.

Callow?

That lost and forgotten place to the

side of God's little mountain?

It isn't lost and forgotten.

- We've got bees.

- So have I got bees!

And the music.

The music? What's a music?

You can't eat a music.

- My dad makes coffins.

- Does he now?

Ahh, but you haven't got a swan

made out of a euc tree.

Twenty years I've been

a- clippin' it.

Only the beak is missing.

Never tell him where I live.

Never in life!

Never tell him...

unless he asks it to you,

and cannot rest.

He may ask till doomsday.

This is to Undern?

Never will I...

- Edward?

- Yes mother?

You told me a lady singer

was coming.

Yes, that's right. Her father

accompanies her on the harp.

Mr. and Ms. Woodus.

Hazel!

Come on, girl!

Take care!

A while since,

before you were born,

a cow and a calf fell down

that there place.

Hundreds of feet.

- Did you save them?

- Psssht... lord, no.

They was all of a jelly.

Oh, I cannot bear it.

It's a fearsome place.

Lord, now what's the matter

with the girl?

Naught...

Only it came on me as...

- I'll die as well as others.

- You just found that out?

What a queen of fools you be!

Seems the world's a big spring

trap and us in it.

Hark, to the music!

You're too nesh [susceptible],

that's what you be.

Nesh.

Good afternoon, Mr. Woodus.

Glad to see you, and you, Miss Woodus.

It's a fine day!

We were afraid you weren't

coming.

Minister, there's Abel Woodus

and his girl now.

"Harps in heaven. "

Harps in heaven,

play for you,

Played for Christ

with his eyes so blue

Played for Peter

and for Paul

But never played for me at all

Harps in heaven,

made all of glass,

Greener than the rainy grass,

Played for Peter

and for Paul

But never played for me at all

Harps in heaven

Play high

Play low

In the cold rainy wind I go

To find

- My harp...

- Keep time girl!

As green as spring

My splintered harp

without a string

This your neck of the woods, my man?

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