Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
“Whether he did so or no, father, I know not. But if he did, it seemeth
it was little to Corinius’s liking. For no sooner had his ship ta’en
Laxus aboard, than she hoised sail and put out into the deep, and so
good-bye.”
• • • • •
The young man ceased, and they were all three silent awhile. A faint
breeze rippled the foliage of the oakwoods of Tivarandardale. The sun
was down behind the stately Thornbacks, and the whole sky from bourne
to bourne was alight with the sunset glory. Dappled clouds, with sky
showing here and there between, covered the heavens, save in the west
where a great archway of clear air opened between clouds and earth: air
of an azure that seemed to burn, so pure it was, so deep, so charged
with warmth: not the harsh blue of noon-day nor the sumptuous deep
eastern blue of approaching night, but a bright heavenly blue bordering
on green, deep, tender, and delicate as the spirit of evening. Athwart
the midst of that window of the west a blade of cloud, hard-edged
and jagged with teeth coloured as of live coals and dead, fiery and
iron-dark in turn, stretched like a battered sword. The clouds above
the arch were pale rose: the zenith like black opal, dark blue and
thunderous grey dappled with fire.
XXVII: THE SECOND EXPEDITION TO IMPLAND
HOW THE LORD JUSS, NOT TO BE PERSUADED FROM HIS SET PURPOSE, FOUND,
WHERE LEAST IT WAS TO BE LOOKED FOR, UPHOLDING IN THAT RESOLVE;
AND OF THE SAILING OF THE ARMAMENT TO MUELVA BY WAY OF THE
STRAITS OF MELIKAPHKHAZ.
That was the last ember of red summer burning when they cut them that
harvest on Krothering Side. Autumn came, and winter months, and the
lengthening days of the returning year. And with the first breath of
spring were the harbours filled with ships of war, so many as had never
in former days been seen in the land, and in every countryside from the
western Isles to Byland, from Shalgreth and Kelialand to the headlands
under Rimon Armon, were soldiers gathered with their horses and all
instruments of war.
Lord Brandoch Daha rode from the west, the day the Pasque flowers
first opened on the bluffs below Erngate End and primroses made sweet
the birch-forests in Gashterndale. He set forth betimes, and hard
he rode, and he rode into Galing by the Lion Gate about the hour of
noon. There was Lord Juss in his private chamber, and greeted him with
great joy and love. So Brandoch Daha asked, “What speed?” And Juss
answered, “Thirty ships and five afloat in Lookinghaven, whereof all
save four be dragons of war. Zigg I expect to-morrow with the Kelialand
levies; Spitfire lieth at Owlswick with fifteen hundred men from the
southlands; Volle came in but three hours since with four hundred more.
In sum, I’ll have four thousand, reckoning ships’ companies and our own
bodyguards.”
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