Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
Then a faint music, troublous in its voluptuous wild sweetness, floated
on the air, and they beheld a lady enter on the dais. Beautiful she
seemed beyond the beauty of mortal women. In her dark hair was the
likeness of the horned moon in honey-coloured cymophanes every stone
whereof held a straight beam of light imprisoned that quivered and
gleamed as sunbeams quiver wading in the clear deeps of a summer sea.
She wore a coat-hardy of soft crimson silk, close fitting, so that she
did truly apparel her apparel and with her own loveliness made it more
sumptuous. She said, “My lords and guests in Ishnain Nemartra, there be
beds of down and sheets of lawn for all of you that be aweary. But know
that I keep a sparrow-hawk sitting on a perch in the eastern tower, and
he that will wake my sparrow-hawk this night long, alone without any
company and without sleep, I shall come to him at the night’s end and
shall grant unto him the first thing that he will ask me of earthly
things.” So saying she departed like a dream.
Brandoch Daha said, “Cast we lots for this adventure.”
But Juss spake against it, saying, “There’s likely some guile herein.
We must not in this accursed land suffer aught to seduce our minds, but
follow our set purpose. We must not be of those who go forth for wool
and come home shorn.”
Brandoch Daha and Spitfire mocked at this, and cast lots between
themselves. And the lot fell upon Lord Brandoch Daha. “Thou shalt not
deny me this,” said he to Lord Juss, “else will I never more do thee
good.”
“I never could yet deny thee anything,” answered Juss. “Art not thou
and I finger and thumb? Only forget not, whatsoe’er betide, wherefore
we be come hither.”
“Art not thou and I finger and thumb?” said Brandoch Daha. “Fear
nothing, O friend of my heart. I’ll not forget it.”
So while the others slept, Brandoch Daha waked the sparrow-hawk,
night-long in the eastern chamber. For all that the cold hillside
without was rough with hoar-frost the air was warm in that chamber and
heavy, disposing strongly to sleep. Yet he closed not an eye, but still
beheld the sparrow-hawk, telling it stories and tweaking it by the tail
ever and anon as it grew drowsy. And it answered shortly and boorishly,
looking upon him malevolently.
And with the golden dawn, behold that lady in the shadowy doorway. At
her entering in, the sparrow-hawk clicked its wings as in anger, and
without more ado tucked its beak beneath its wing and went to sleep.
But that bright lady, looking on the Lord Brandoch Daha, spake and
said, “Require it of me, my Lord Brandoch Daha, that which thou most
desirest of earthly things.”
But he, as one bedazzled, stood up saying, “O lady, is not thy beauty
at the dawn of day an irradiation that might dispel the mists of hell?
My heart is ravished with thy loveliness and only fed with thy sight.
Therefore thy body will I have, and none other thing earthly.”
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