Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
But Corinius’s sword leaped half naked from the scabbard, and he made
a stride toward Corsus and his sons. “Give me the king’s name when ye
speak to me,” he said, scowling upon them. “You sons of Corsus are not
men to make me a stalk to catch birds with or to serve your own turn.
And thou,” he said, looking fiercely on Corsus, “wert best go meekly,
and not bandy words with me. Thou fool! think’st thou I am Gallandus
come again? Thou that didst murther him shalt not murther me. Or
think’st I delivered thee out of the toils thine own folly and thrawart
ways had bound thee in, only to suffer thee lord it again here and cast
all amiss again by the unquietness of thy malice? Here is the guard to
bring you down to the ship. And well it is for thee if I slash not off
thy head.”
Now Corsus and his sons stood for a little doubting in their hearts
whether it were fitter to leap with their weapons upon Corinius,
putting their fortunes to the hazard of battle in Owlswick hall, or to
embrace necessity and go down to the ship. And this seemed to them the
better choice, to go quietly ashipboard; for there stood Corinius and
Laxus and their men, and but few to face them of Corsus’s own people,
that should be sure for his party if it came to fighting; and withal
they were not eager to have to do with Corinius, not though it had been
on more even terms. So at the last, in anger and bitterness of heart,
they submitted them to obey his will; and in that same hour Laxus
brought them to the ship, and put them across the firth to Scaramsey.
There were they safe as a mouse in a mill. For Cadarus was skipper of
that ship, a trusted liegeman of Lord Laxus, and her crew men leal and
true to Corinius and Laxus. She lay at anchor as for that night in the
lee of the island, and with the first streak of dawn sailed down the
firth, bearing Corsus and his sons homeward from Demonland.
XXI: THE PARLEY BEFORE KROTHERING
WHEREIN IS SHOWN HOW WARLIKE POLICY AND A PICTURE PAINTED DREW THE
WAR WESTWARD: AND HOW THE LORD GRO WENT ON AN EMBASSAGE TO
KROTHERING GATES, AND OF THE ANSWER HE GAT THERE.
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