The Sword of Welleran and Other StoriesDunsany, Lord
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The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories
Dunsany, Lord
Fantasy fiction, English
Then the three set the ladder against the tree, and Puglioni went up
with his sword in his right hand, and at the top of it he reached up
and began to hack at the neck below the iron collar. Presently, the
bones and the old coat and the soul of Tom fell down with a rattle, and
a moment afterwards his head that had watched so long alone swung clear
from the swinging chain. These things Will and Joe gathered up, and
Puglioni came running down his ladder, and they heaped upon its rungs
the terrible remains of their friend, and hastened away wet through
with the rain, with the fear of phantoms in their hearts and horror
lying before them on the ladder. By two o’clock they were down again in
the valley out of the bitter wind, but they went on past the open grave
into the graveyard all among the tombs, with their lantern and their
ladder and the terrible thing upon it, which kept their friendship
still. Then these three, that had robbed the Law of its due and proper
victim, still sinned on for what was still their friend, and levered
out the marble slabs from the sacred sepulchre of Paul, Archbishop
of Alois and Vayence. And from it they took the very bones of the
Archbishop himself, and carried them away to the eager grave that they
had left, and put them in and shovelled back the earth. But all that
lay on the ladder they placed, with a few tears, within the great white
sepulchre under the Cross of Christ, and put back the marble slabs.
Thence the soul of Tom, arising hallowed out of sacred ground, went
at dawn down the valley, and, lingering a little about his mother’s
cottage and old haunts of childhood, passed on and came to the wide
lands beyond the clustered homesteads. There, there met with it all the
kindly thoughts that the soul of Tom had ever had, and they flew and
sang beside it all the way southwards, until at last, with singing all
about it, it came to Paradise.
But Will and Joe and the gypsy Puglioni went back to their gin, and
robbed and cheated again in the tavern of foul repute, and knew not
that in their sinful lives they had sinned one sin at which the Angels
smiled.
In The Twilight
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