Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and WomenMacDonald, George
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Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women
MacDonald, George
Fantasy fiction
As the last few tones of the instrument were following, like a dirge,
the death of the song, we all sprang to our feet. For, through one of
the little windows of the tower, towards which I had looked as I sang,
I saw, suddenly rising over the edge of the slope on which our tower
stood, three enormous heads. The brothers knew at once, by my looks,
what caused my sudden movement. We were utterly unarmed, and there was
no time to arm.
But we seemed to adopt the same resolution simultaneously; for each
caught up his favourite weapon, and, leaving his defence behind, sprang
to the door. I snatched up a long rapier, abruptly, but very finely
pointed, in my sword-hand, and in the other a sabre; the elder brother
seized his heavy battle-axe; and the younger, a great, two-handed
sword, which he wielded in one hand like a feather. We had just time to
get clear of the tower, embrace and say good-bye, and part to some
little distance, that we might not encumber each other’s motions, ere
the triple giant-brotherhood drew near to attack us. They were about
twice our height, and armed to the teeth. Through the visors of their
helmets their monstrous eyes shone with a horrible ferocity. I was in
the middle position, and the middle giant approached me. My eyes were
busy with his armour, and I was not a moment in settling my mode of
attack. I saw that his body-armour was somewhat clumsily made, and that
the overlappings in the lower part had more play than necessary; and I
hoped that, in a fortunate moment, some joint would open a little, in a
visible and accessible part. I stood till he came near enough to aim a
blow at me with the mace, which has been, in all ages, the favourite
weapon of giants, when, of course, I leaped aside, and let the blow
fall upon the spot where I had been standing. I expected this would
strain the joints of his armour yet more. Full of fury, he made at me
again; but I kept him busy, constantly eluding his blows, and hoping
thus to fatigue him. He did not seem to fear any assault from me, and I
attempted none as yet; but while I watched his motions in order to
avoid his blows, I, at the same time, kept equal watch upon those
joints of his armour, through some one of which I hoped to reach his
life. At length, as if somewhat fatigued, he paused a moment, and drew
himself slightly up; I bounded forward, foot and hand, ran my rapier
right through to the armour of his back, let go the hilt, and passing
under his right arm, turned as he fell, and flew at him with my sabre.
At one happy blow I divided the band of his helmet, which fell off, and
allowed me, with a second cut across the eyes, to blind him quite;
after which I clove his head, and turned, uninjured, to see how my
brothers had fared. Both the giants were down, but so were my brothers.
I flew first to the one and then to the other couple. Both pairs of
combatants were dead, and yet locked together, as in the
death-struggle. The elder had buried his battle-axe in the body of his
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