Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
“The blessed Gods,” said she, speaking yet lower, “have shown me many
hidden matters which the sons of men know not neither imagine. Behold
this mystery. There is but One Gorice. And by the favour of heaven
(that moveth sometimes in a manner our weak judgement seeketh in vain
to justify) this cruel and evil One, every time whether by the sword or
in the fulness of his years he cometh to die, departeth the living soul
and spirit of him into a new and sound body, and liveth yet another
lifetime to vex and to oppress the world, until that body die, and the
next in his turn, and so continually; having thus in a manner life
eternal.”
Juss said, “Thy discourse, O Queen Sophonisba, is in a strain above
mortality. This is a great wonder thou tellest me; whereof some
little part I guessed aforetime, but the main I knew not. Rightfully,
having such a timeless life, this King weareth on his thumb that worm
Ouroboros which doctors have from of old made for an ensample of
eternity, whereof the end is ever at the beginning and the beginning at
the end for ever more.”
“See then the hardness of the thing,” said the Queen. “But I forget
not, my lord, that thou hast a matter nearer thine heart than this:
to set free him (name him not!) concerning whom thou didst inquire of
me. Touching this, know it for thy comfort, some ray of light I see.
Question me no more till I have made trial thereof, lest it prove but a
false dawn. If it be as I think, ’tis a trial yet abideth thee should
make the stoutest blench.”
XIV: THE LAKE OF RAVARY
OF THE FURTHERANCE GIVEN BY QUEEN SOPHONISBA, FOSTERLING OF THE
GODS, TO LORD JUSS AND LORD BRANDOCH DAHA; WITH HOW THE
HIPPOGRIFF’S EGG WAS HATCHED BESIDE THE ENCHANTED LAKE, AND
WHAT ENSUED THEREFROM.
Next day the Queen came to Lord Juss and Lord Brandoch Daha and made
them go with her, and Mivarsh with them to serve them, over the meadows
and down a passage like that whereby they had entered the mountain, but
this led downward. “Ye may marvel,” she said, “to see daylight in the
heart of this great mountain. Yet it is but the hidden work of Nature.
For the rays of the sun, striking all day upon Koshtra Belorn and upon
her robe of snow, sink into the snow like water, and so soaking through
the secret places of the rocks shine again in this hollow chamber where
we dwell and in these passages cleft by the Gods to give us our goings
out and our comings in. And as sunset followeth broad day with coloured
fires, and moonlight or darkness followeth sunset, and dawn followeth
night ushering the bright day once more, so these changes of the dark
and light succeed one another within the mountain.”
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