The Sword of Welleran and Other StoriesDunsany, Lord
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The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories
Dunsany, Lord
Fantasy fiction, English
‘Still the abominations spake not, and none could interpret the dream.
And when the third night came forth from the divine halls of her home
dowered like her sisters, again King Nehemoth dreamed. And he saw a
bird all black go by again, beneath whom Babbulkund darkened, and
then a white bird and Babbulkund shone; and after them came no more,
and Babbulkund passed away. And the golden day appeared, dispelling
dreams, and still the abominations were silent, and the King’s prophets
answered not to portend the omen of the dream. One prophet only spake
before the King, saying: “The sable birds, O King, are the nights, and
the white birds are the days. . .” This thing the King had feared, and
he arose and smote the prophet with his sword, whose soul went crying
away and had to do no more with nights and days.
‘It was last night that the King dreamed his third dream, and this
morning we fled away from Babbulkund. A great heat lies over it, and
the orchids of the jungle droop their heads. All night long the women
in the hareem of the North have wailed horribly for their hills. A fear
hath fallen upon the city, and a boding. Twice hath Nehemoth gone to
worship Annolith, and all the people have prostrated themselves before
Voth. Thrice the horologers have looked into the great crystal globe
wherein are foretold all happenings to be, and thrice the globe was
blank. Yea, though they went a fourth time yet was no vision revealed;
and the people’s voice is hushed in Babbulkund.’
Soon the travellers arose and pushed on northwards again, leaving us
wondering. Through the heat of the day we rested as well as we might,
but the air was motionless and sultry and the camels ill at ease.
The Arabs said that it boded a desert storm, and that a great wind
would arise full of sand. So we arose in the afternoon, and travelled
swiftly, hoping to come to shelter before the storm. And the air burned
in the stillness between the baked desert and the glaring sky.
Suddenly a wind arose out of the South, blowing from Babbulkund, and
the sand lifted and went by in great shapes, all whispering. And the
wind blew violently, and wailed as it blew, and hundreds of sandy
shapes went towering by, and there were little cries among them and the
sounds of a passing away. Soon the wind sank quite suddenly, and its
cries died, and the panic ceased among the driven sands. And when the
storm departed the air was cool, and the terrible sultriness and the
boding were passed away, and the camels had ease among them. And the
Arabs said that the storm which was to be had been, as was willed of
old by God.
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