Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
She fell to gazing on her brother’s picture, the Lord Brandoch Daha,
standing in his jewelled hauberk laced about with gold, his hand upon
his sword. And that lazy laughter-loving yet imperious look of the
eyes which in life he had was there, wondrous lively caught by the
painter’s art, and the lovely lines of his brow and lip and jaw, where
power and masterful determination slumbered, as brazen Ares might
slumber in the arms of the Queen of Love.
A long while Mevrian looked on that picture, musing. Then, burying her
face in the cushions of the long low seat she sat on, she burst into a
great passion of tears.
XXIII: THE WEIRD BEGUN OF ISHNAIN NEMARTRA
OF THE COUNSEL TAKEN BY THE WITCHES TOUCHING THE CONDUCT OF THE
WAR: WHEREAFTER IN THE FIFTH ASSAULT THE CASTLE OF LORD
BRANDOCH DAHA WAS MADE A PREY UNTO CORINIUS.
Now was little time for debate or conjecture, but with the morrow’s
morn came the Witchland army once more before Krothering, and a herald
sent by Corinius to bid Mevrian yield up the castle and her own proper
person lest a worse thing befall them. Which she stoutly refusing,
Corinius let straight assault the castle, but won it not. And in the
next three days following he thrice assaulted Krothering, and, failing
with some loss of men to win an entry, closely invested it.
And now summoned he those other lords of Witchland to talk with him.
“How say ye? Or what rede shall we take? They be few only within to man
the walls; and great shame it is to us and to all Witchland if we get
not this hold taken, so many as we be here gone up against it, and so
great captains.”
Laxus said, “Thou art king in Demonland. Thine it is to take order what
shall be done. But if thou desire my rede, then shall I give it thee.”
“I desire each one of you,” said Corinius, “to show forth to me frankly
and freely his rede. And well ye know I strive for nought else but for
Witchland’s glory and to make firm our conquest here.”
“Well,” said Laxus, “I told thee once already my counsel, and thou wast
angry with me. Thou madest a mighty victory on Switchwater Way; which
had we followed up, pushing home the sword of our advantage till the
hilts came clap against the breastplate of our adversary, we might now
have exterminated from the land the whole nest of them, Spitfire, Zigg,
and Volle. But now are they gotten away the devil knows whither, for
the preparing of fresh thorns to prick our sides withal.”
Corinius said, “Claim not wisdom after the event, my lord. ’Twas not so
thou didst advise. Thou didst bid me let go Krothering: a thing I will
not do, once I have set mine hand to it.”
Laxus answered him, “Not only did I so advise thee as I have said, but
Heming was by, and will bear me out, that I did offer that he or I
with a small force should keep this comfit-box shut for thee till thou
shouldst have done the main business.”
“’Tis so,” said Heming.
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