Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
Gro spake and said, “O Corund, I will not hide it from thee that my
heart is heavy as thy heart under shadow of ill to be. For as I lay
sleeping betwixt the strokes of night, a dream of the night stood by
my bed and beheld me with a glance so fell that I was all adrad and
quaking with fear. And it seemed to me that the dream smote the roof
above my bed, and the roof opened and disclosed the outer dark, and in
the dark travelled a bearded star, and the night was quick with fiery
signs. And blood was on the roof, and great gouts of blood on the
walls and on the cornice of my bed. And the dream screeched like the
screech-owl, and cried, _Witchland from thy hand, O King!_ And
methought the whole world was lighted in a lowe, and with a great cry I
awoke out of the dream.”
“Thou art wise,” said Corund; “and belike the dream was a true dream,
sent thee through the gate of horn, and belike it forebodeth events
great and evil for the King and for Witchland.”
Gro said, “Disclose it not to the others, for none can strive with Fate
and gain the victory, and it would but cast down their hearts. But it
is fitting we be ready against evil hap. If (which yet may the Gods
forfend) ill come of this wrastling bout, fail not every one of you ere
you act on any enterprise to take counsel of me. ‘Bare is back without
brother behind it.’ Together must we do that we do.”
“Thou hast my firm assurance on’t,” said Corund.
Now began a great company to come forth from the palace and take their
stand on either side of the wrastling ground. The Red Foliot sate in
his car of polished ebony, drawn by six black horses with flowing manes
and tails; before him went his musicians, pipers and minstrels doing
their craft, and behind him fifty spearmen, weighed down with armour
and ponderous shields that covered them from chin to toe. Their armour
was stained with madder, in such wise that they seemed bathed in blood.
Mild to look on was the Red Foliot, yet kingly. His skin was scarlet
like the head of the green woodpecker. He wore a diadem of silver, and
robes of scarlet trimmed with black fur.
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