Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
So on the fourteenth day of March, of a bright frosty morn, he with his
main army marched up Breakingdale and over the Stile, by that same road
that Lord Juss fared by and Lord Brandoch Daha, that summer’s day when
they went to take counsel in Krothering before the Impland expedition.
So came the Witches down to the watersmeet and turned aside to Many
Bushes. There they found not Zigg nor his lady wife nor any of his
folk, but found the house desolate. So they robbed and burned and went
their way. And a famous castle of Juss’s they sacked and burned in the
confines of Kelialand, and another on Switchwater Way, and a summer
palace of Spitfire’s on a little hill above Rammerick Mere. In such
wise they marched victoriously down Switchwater Way, and there was none
to dispute their progress but all fled at the approach of that great
army and hid themselves in the secret places of the mountains, avoiding
death and fate.
When he was come through the straits of Gashterndale up on to
Krothering Side, Corinius let pitch his camp under Erngate End, at the
foot of the scree-strewn slopes that rise steeply to the high western
face of the mountain, where the lean embattled crags far aloft stand
like a wall against high heaven.
Corinius came to Lord Gro and said to him, “To thee will I entrust mine
embassage to this Mevrian. Thou shalt go with a flag of truce to gain
thee entry to the castle; or if they will not admit thee, then bid her
parley with thee without the wall. Then shalt thou use what fantastic
courtier’s jargon nature and thine invention shall lightliest counsel
thee, and say, ‘Corinius, by the grace of the great King and the might
of his own hand king of Demonland, sitteth as thou well mayst see in
power invincible before this castle. But he willed me let thee know
that he is not come for to make war against ladies and damosels, and
be thou of this sure, that neither to thee nor to none of thy fortress
he will nought say nor hurt. Only this honour he proffereth thee, to
wed thee in sweet marriage and make thee his queen in Demonland.’
Whereto if she say yea, well and good, and we will go up peaceably
into Krothering and possess it and the woman. But if she deny me this,
then shalt thou say unto her right fiercely that I will set on against
the castle like a lion, and neither rest nor give over until I have
beaten it all to a ruin about her ears and slain the folk with the
edge of the sword. And that which she refuseth me to have in peaceful
love and kindness I will have of my own violent deed, that she and her
stiff-necked Demons may know that I am their king, and master of all
that is theirs, and their own bodies but chattels to serve my pleasure.”
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