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Now Spitfire clapped hand to sword, and the other Demons with him, but
Juss loudly shouted that they should not be truce-breakers but know
first what Corund would do. And Corund said, “Dost hear me, Juss? I had
neither hand nor part in this.”
Brandoch Daha drew up his lip and said, “This is nought but what was to
be looked for. It is a wonder, O Juss, that thou shouldst hold out to
such mucky dogs a hand without a whip in it.”
“Such strokes come home or miss merely,” said Gro softly in Corund’s
ear, and he hugged himself beneath his cloak, looking with furtive
amusement on the Demons. But Corund with a face red in anger said,
“It is thine answer, O Juss?” And when Juss said, “It is our answer,
O Corund,” Corund said violently, “Then red war I give you; and this
withal to testify our honour.” And he let lay hands on Philpritz Faz
and with his own hand hacked the head from his body before the eyes
of both their armies. Then in a great voice he said, “As bloodily as
I have revenged the honour of Witchland on this Philpritz, so will I
revenge it on all of you or ever I draw off mine armies from these
lakes of Ogo Morveo.”
So the Demons went up into the burg, and Gro and Corund home to their
tents. “This was well thought on,” said Gro, “to flaunt the flag of
seeming honesty, and with the motion rid us of this fellow that
promised ever to grow thorns to make uneasy our seat in Impland.”
Corund answered him not a word.
In that same hour Corund marshalled his folk and assaulted Eshgrar Ogo,
placing those of Impland in the van. They prospered not at all. Many a
score lay slain without the walls that night; and the obscene beasts
from the desert feasted on their bodies by the light of the moon.
• • • • •
Next morning the Lord Corund sent an herald and bade the Demons again
to a parley. And now he spake only to Brandoch Daha, bidding him
deliver up those brethren Juss and Spitfire, “And if thou wilt yield
them to my pleasure, then shalt thou and all thy people else depart in
peace without conditions.”
“An offer indeed,” said Lord Brandoch Daha; “if it be not in mockery.
Say it loud, that my folk may hear.”
Corund did so, and the Demons heard it from the walls of the burg.
Lord Brandoch Daha stood somewhat apart from Juss and Spitfire and
their guard. “Libel it me out,” he said. “For good as I now must deem
thy word, thine hand and seal must I have to show my followers ere they
consent with me in such a thing.”
“Write thou,” said Corund to Gro. “To write my name is all my
scholarship.” And Gro took forth his ink-horn and wrote in a great
fair hand this offer on a parchment. “The most fearfullest oaths thou
knowest,” said Corund; and Gro wrote them, whispering, “He mocketh us
only.” But Corund said, “No matter: ’tis a chance worth our chancing,”
and slowly and with labour signed his name to the writing, and gave it
to Lord Brandoch Daha.
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