Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
Fram Me, Gorice the Twelft, Greate Kyng of Wychlande and of
Ympelande and of Daemonlande and of al kyngdomes the sonne
dothe spread hys bemes over, unto Corsus My servaunte: Thys is
to signifye to the that thoue shalt with all convenient spede
repaire with a suffycyaunt strengthe of menne and schyppes to
Daemonlande, bycause that untowarde and traytorly cattell that doe
there inhabyt are to fele by the the sharpnes of My correctioun.
I wyll the, as holdynge the place of My generalle ther, that thow
enter forcybly ynto the sayd cuntrie and doe with al dilygence
spoyl ravysche and depopulate that lande, enslavying oppressyng
and puttyng to the dethe as thow shalt thynke moost servychable al
them that shal fall ynto thy powre, and in pertyculer pullyng downe
and ruinating all thayr stronge houlds or castels, as Galinge,
Dreppabie, Crothryng, Owleswyke, and othere. Thys enterpryse in
head is one of the gretest that ever was since yt is to trampe
downe Daemonlande and once and for al to cutt thayr coames whose
crestes may daunger us, and thow art toe onderstande that withowt
extraordinair experiens of thy former merrits I wolde not commyt
to the so greate a chairge, and especially in such a tyme. And
since al gret enterpryses oughte to bee sodeynly and resolutely
prosequuted, therefore thys oughte to bee done and executed at
furthest in harveste nexte. Therefore yt is My commaundemente that
thow Corsus take order for the instant furnesshynge of shippes,
seamen, souldiers, horsemen, officiers, and pertyculer personnes,
wepons, municions, and al other necessaries whych is thought to be
needfull for the armie and hoast whych shalbe levied for the sayd
entrepryse, for whyche this letter shalbe thy suffycyaunt warrant
under My hande. Given under My signeth of Ouroboros in My pallaice
of Carcie thys xxix daie of may, beynge the vij daie of My yeare II.
The King took wax and a taper from the great gold ink-stand, and sealed
the warrant with the ruby head of the worm Ouroboros, saying, “The
ruby, most comfortable to the heart, brain, vigour, and memory of man.
So, ’tis confirmed.”
In that instant, when the wax was yet soft of the King’s seal sealing
that commission for Corsus, one tapped gently at the chamber door. The
King bade enter, and there came the captain of his bodyguard and stood
before the King, with word that one waited without, praying instant
audience, “And showed me for a token, O my Lord the King, a bull’s head
with fiery nostrils graven in a black opal in the bezel of a ring,
which I knew for the signet of my Lord Corsus that his lordship beareth
alway on his left thumb. And ’twas this, O King, that only persuaded
me to deliver the message unto your Majesty in this unseasonable hour.
Which if it be a fault in me, I do humbly hope your Majesty will
pardon.”
“Knowest thou the man?” said the King.
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