Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
“So they bade him say his rede. And he said unto my Lord, ‘Thou and
our main power shall go by Switchwater Way. And let the whole land’s
face blaze your coming before you. Ye shall lie to-morrow night in
some good fighting-stead whither it shall not be to his vantage to
move against you: haply in the old shielings above Wrenthwaite, or at
any likely spot afore the road dippeth south into Gashterndale. But
at point of day strike camp and go by Gashterndale and so up on to
the Side to do battle with him. So shall all fall out even as his own
hopes and expectations do desire it. But I,’ saith my Lord Brandoch
Daha, ‘with seven hundred chosen horse, will have fared by then clean
along the mountain ridge from Transdale even to Erngate End; so as when
he turneth all his battle northward down the Side to whelm you, there
shall hang above the security of his flank and rear that which he ne’er
dreamed on. If he support my charging of his flank at unawares, with
you in front to cope him, and he with so small an advantage upon us in
strength of men: if he stand that, why then, good-night! the Witches
are our masters in arms, and we may off cap to ’em and strive no more
to right us.’
“So said my Lord Brandoch Daha. But all called him daft to think on’t.
Carry an army a-horseback in so small time ’cross such curst ground?
It might not be. ‘Well,’ quoth he, ‘sith you count it not possible,
so much the more shall he. Cautious counsels never will serve us this
tide. Give me but my pick of man and horse to the number of seven
hundred, and I’ll so set this masque you shall not desire a better
master of the revels.’
“So i’ the end he had his way. And past midnight they were at it, I
wis, planning and studying.
“At dawn was the whole army marshalled in the meadows below Moonmere,
and my Lord spake among them and told us he was minded to march into
the west country and exterminate the Witches out of Demonland; and he
bade any man that deemed he had now his fill of furious war and deemed
it a sweeter thing to go home to his own place, say forth his mind
without fear, and he would let him go, yea, and give him good gifts
thereto, seeing that all had done manful service; but he would have
no man in this enterprise who went not to it with his whole heart and
mind.”
The damosel said, “I wis there was not a man would take that offer.”
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