The Sword of Welleran and Other StoriesDunsany, Lord
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The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories
Dunsany, Lord
Fantasy fiction, English
And he smote deep with Sacnoth, and Thok tumbled into the abyss,
screaming, and his limbs made a whirring in the darkness as he fell,
and he fell till his scream sounded no louder than a whistle and then
could be heard no more. Once or twice Leothric saw a star blink for an
instant and reappear again, and this momentary eclipse of a few stars
was all that remained in the world of the body of Thok. And Lunk, the
brother of Thok, who had lain a little behind him, saw that this must
be Sacnoth and fled lumbering away. And all the while that he walked
between the abysses, the mighty vault of the roof of the fortress still
stretched over Leothric’s head, all filled with gloom. Now, when the
further side of the abyss came into view, Leothric saw a chamber that
opened with innumerable arches upon the twin abysses, and the pillars
of the arches went away into the distance and vanished in the gloom to
left and right.
Far down the dim precipice on which the pillars stood he could see
windows small and closely barred, and between the bars there showed at
moments, and disappeared again, things that I shall not speak of.
There was no light here except for the great Southern stars that shone
below the abysses, and here and there in the chamber through the arches
lights that moved furtively without the sound of footfall.
Then Leothric stepped from the way, and entered the great chamber.
Even to himself he seemed but a tiny dwarf as he walked under one of
those colossal arches.
The last faint light of evening flickered through a window painted in
sombre colours commemorating the achievements of Satan upon Earth. High
up in the wall the window stood, and the streaming lights of candles
lower down moved stealthily away.
Other light there was none, save for a faint blue glow from the steel
eye of Tharagavverug that peered restlessly about it from the hilt of
Sacnoth. Heavily in the chamber hung the clammy odour of a large and
deadly beast.
Leothric moved forward slowly with the blade of Sacnoth in front of him
feeling for a foe, and the eye in the hilt of it looking out behind.
Nothing stirred.
If anything lurked behind the pillars of the colonnade that held aloft
the roof, it neither breathed nor moved.
The music of the magical musicians sounded from very near.
Suddenly the great doors on the far side of the chamber opened to left
and right. For some moments Leothric saw nothing move, and waited
clutching Sacnoth. Then Wong Bongerok came towards him, breathing.
This was the last and faithfullest guard of Gaznak, and came from
slobbering just now his master’s hand.
More as a child than a dragon was Gaznak wont to treat him, giving him
often in his fingers tender pieces of man all smoking from his table.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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