by E R Eddison
The Lord Juss scowled fiercely on him. ‘O Corund,’ he said, ‘as little as we do understand the senseless wind, so little we understand thy word. Oft enow hath grey silver been in the fire betwixt us and you Witchlanders; for the house of Gorice fared ever like the foul toad, that may not endure to smell the sweet savour of the vine when it flourisheth. So for this time we will abide in this hold, and withstand your most grievous attempts.’
‘With free honesty and open heart,’ said Corund, ‘I made thee this offer; which if thou refuse I am not thy lackey to renew it.’
Gro said, ‘It is writ and sealed, and wanteth but thy sign-manual, my Lord Juss,’ and with the word he made sign to Philpritz Faz that went to Lord Juss with a parchment. Juss put the parchment by, saying, ‘No more: ye are answered,’ and he was turning on his heel when Philpritz, louting forward suddenly, gave him a great yerk beneath the ribs with a dagger slipped from his sleeve. But Juss wore a privy coat that turned the dagger. Howbeit with the greatness of that stroke he staggered aback.
Now Spitfire clapped hand to sword, and the other Demons with him, but Juss loudly shouted that they should not be truce-breakers but know first what Corund would do. And Corund said, ‘Dost hear me, Juss? I had neither hand nor part in this.’
Brandoch Daha drew up his lip and said, ‘This is nought but what was to be looked for. It is a wonder, O Juss, that thou shouldst hold out to such mucky dogs a hand without a whip in it.’
‘Such strokes come home or miss merely,’ said Gro softly in Corund’s ear, and he hugged himself beneath his cloak, looking with furtive amusement on the Demons. But Corund with a face red in anger said, ‘It is thine answer, O Juss?’ And when Juss said, ‘It is our answer, O Corund,’ Corund said violently, ‘Then red war I give you; and this withal to testify our honour.’ And he let lay hands on Philpritz Faz and with his own hand hacked the head from his body before the eyes of both their armies. Then in a great voice he said, ‘As bloodily as I have revenged the honour of Witchland on this Philpritz, so will I revenge it on all of you or ever I draw off mine armies from these lakes of Ogo Morveo.’
So the Demons went up into the burg, and Gro and Corund home to their tents. ‘This was well thought on,’ said Gro, ‘to flaunt the flag of seeming honesty, and with the motion rid us of this fellow that promised ever to grow thorns to make uneasy our seat in Impland.’
Corund answered him not a word.
In that same hour Corund marshalled his folk and assaulted Eshgrar Ogo, placing those of Impland in the van. They prospered not at all. Many a score lay slain without the walls that night; and the obscene beasts from the desert feasted on their bodies by the light of the moon.
Next morning the Lord Corund sent an herald and bade the Demons again to a parley. And now he spake only to Brandoch Daha, bidding him deliver up those brethren Juss and Spitfire, ‘And if thou wilt yield them to my pleasure, then shalt thou and all thy people else depart in peace without conditions.’
‘An offer indeed,’ said Lord Brandoch Daha; ‘if it be not in mockery. Say it loud, that my folk may hear.’
Corund did so, and the Demons heard it from the walls of the burg.
Lord Brandoch Daha stood somewhat apart from Juss and Spitfire and their guard. ‘Libel it me out,’ he said. ‘For good as I now must deem thy word, thine hand and seal must I have to show my followers ere they consent with me in such a thing.’
‘Write thou,’ said Corund to Gro. ‘To write my name is all my scholarship.’ And Gro took forth his ink-horn and wrote in a great fair hand this offer on a parchment. ‘The most fearfullest oaths thou knowest,’ said Corund; and Gro wrote them, whispering, ‘He mocketh us only.’ But Corund said, ‘No matter: ’Tis a chance worth our chancing,’ and slowly and with labour signed his name to the writing, and gave it to Lord Brandoch Daha.
Brandoch Daha read it attentively, and tucked it in his bosom beneath his byrny. ‘This,’ he said, ‘shall be a keepsake for me of thee, my Lord Corund. Reminding me,’ and here his eyes grew terrible, ‘so long as there surviveth a soul of you in Witchland, that I am still to teach the world throughly what that man must abide that durst affront me with such an offer.’
Corund answered him, ‘Thou art a dapper fellow. It is a wonder that thou wilt strut in the tented field with all this womanish gear. Thy shield: how many of these sparkling baubles thinkest thou I’d leave in it were we once come to knocks?’
‘I’ll tell thee,’ answered Lord Brandoch Daha. ‘For every jewel that hath been beat out of my shield in battle, never yet went I to war that I brought not home an hundredfold to set it fair again, from the spoils I obtained from mine enemies. Now this will I bid thee, O Corund, for thy scornful words: I will bid thee to single combat, here and in this hour. Which if thou deny, then art thou an open and apparent dastard.’
Corund chuckled in his beard, but his brow darkened somewhat. ‘I pray what age dost thou take me of?’ said he. ‘I bare a sword when thou was yet in swaddling clothes. Behold mine armies, and what advantage I hold upon you. Oh, my sword is enchanted, my lord: it will not out of the scabbard.’
Brandoch Daha smiled disdainfully, and said to Spitfire, ‘Mark well, I pray thee, this great lord of Witchland. How many true fingers hath a Witch on his left hand?’
‘As many as on his right,’ said Spitfire.
‘Good. And how many on both?’
‘Two less than a deuce,’ said Spitfire; ‘for they be false fazarts to the fingers’ ends.’
‘Very well answered,’ said Lord Brandoch Daha.
‘You’re pleasant,’ Corund said. ‘But your fusty jibes move me not a whit. It were a simple part indeed to take thine offer when all wise counsels bid me use my power and crush you.’
‘Thou’dst kill me soon with thy mouth,’ said Brandoch Daha. ‘In sum, thou art a brave man when it comes to roaring and swearing: a big bubber of wine, as men say to drink drunk is an ordinary matter with thee every day in the week; but I fear thou durst not fight.’
‘Doth not thy nose swell at that?’ said Spitfire.
But Corund shrugged his shoulders. ‘A footra for your baits!’ he answered. ‘I am scarce bounden to do such a kindness to you of Demonland as lay down mine advantage and fight alone, against a sworder. Your old foxes are seldom taken in springes.’
‘I thought so,’ said Lord Brandoch Daha. ‘Surely the frog will have hair sooner than any of you Witchlanders shall dare to stand me.’
So ended the second parley before Eshgrar Ogo. The same day Corund essayed again to storm the hold, and grievous was the battle and hard put to it were they of Demonland to hold the walls. Yet in the end were Corund’s men thrown back with great slaughter. And night fell, and they returned to their tents.
‘Mine invention,’ said Gro, when on the next day they took counsel together, ‘hath yet some contrivance in her purse which shall do us good, if it fall but out to our mind. But I doubt much it will dislike thee.’
‘Well, say it out, and I’ll give thee my censure on’t,’ said Corund.
Gro spake: ‘It hath been shown we may not have down this tree by hewing above ground. Let’s dig about the roots. And first give them a seven-night’s space for reckoning up their chances, that they may see morning and evening from the burg thine armies set down to invest them. Then, when their hopes are something sobered by that sight, and want of action hath trained their minds to sad reflection, call them to parley, going straight beneath the wall; and this time shalt thou address thyself only to the common sort, offering them all generous and free conditions thou canst think on. There’s little they can ask that we’d not blithely grant them if they’ll but yield us up their captains.’
‘It mislikes me,’ answered Corund. ‘Yet it may serve. But thou shalt be my spokesman herein. For never yet went I cap in hand to ask favour of the common muck o’ the world, nor I will not do it now.’
‘O but thou must,’ said Gro. ‘Of thee they will receive in good faith what in me they would accoun
t but practice.’
‘That’s true enough,’ said Corund. ‘But I cannot stomach it. Withal, I am too rough spoken.’
Gro smiled. ‘He that hath need of a dog,’ he said, ‘calleth him ‘Sir Dog.’ Come, come, I’ll school thee to it. Is it not a smaller thing than months of tedious hardship in this frozen desert? Bethink thee too what honour it were to thee to ride home to Carcë with Juss and Spitfire and Brandoch Daha bounden in a string.’
Not without much persuasion was Corund won to this. Yet at the last he consented. For seven days and seven nights his armies sat before the burg without sign; and on the eighth day he bade the Demons to a parley, and when that was granted went with his sons and twenty men-at-arms up the great rib of rock between the lakes, and stood below the east wall of the burg. Bitter chill was the air that day. Powdery snow light-fallen blew in little wisps along the ground, and the rocks were slippery with an invisible coat of ice. Lord Gro, being troubled with an ague, excused himself from that faring and kept his tent.
Corund stood beneath the walls with his folk about him. ‘I have matter of import,’ he cried, ‘and ’tis needful it be heard both by the highest and the lowest amongst you. Ere I begin, summon them all to this part of the walls: a look-out is enow to shield you of the other parts from any sudden onslaught, which besides I swear to you is clean without my purpose.’ So when they were thick on the wall above him, he began to say, ‘Soldiers of Demonland, against you had I never quarrel. Behold how in this Impland I have made freedom flourish as a flower. I have strook off the heads of Philpritz Faz, and Illarosh, and Lurmesh, and Gandassa, and Fax Fay Faz, that were the lords and governors here aforetime, abounding in all the bloody and crying sins, oppression, gluttony, idleness, cruelty, and extortion. And of my clemency I delivered all their possessions unto their subjects to hold and order after their own will alone, who before did put on patience and endured with much heart-burning the tyranny of these Fazes, until by me they found a remedy for their more freedom. In like manner, not against you do I war, O men of Demonland; but against the tyrants that enforced you for their private gain to suffer hardship and death in this remote country: namely, against Juss and Spitfire that came hither in quest of their cursed brother whom the might of the great King hath happily removed. And against Brandoch Daha am I come, of insolence untamed, who liveth a chambering idle life eating and drinking and exercising tyranny, while the pleasant lands of Krothering and Failze and Stropardon, and the dwellers in the isles, Sorbey, Morvey, Strufey, Dalney, and Kenarvey, and they of Westmark and all the western parts of Demonland groan and wax lean to feed his luxury. To your hurt only have these three led you, as cattle to the slaughter. Deliver them to me, that I may chastise them, and I, that am great viceroy of Impland, will make you free and grant you lordships: a lordship for every man of you in this my realm of Impland.’
While Corund spake, the Lord Brandoch Daha went among the soldiers bidding them hold their peace and not murmur against Corund. But those that were most hot for action he sent about an errand preparing what he had in mind. So that when the Lord Corund ceased from his declaiming, all was ready to hand, and with one voice the soldiers of Lord Juss that stood upon the wall cried out and said, ‘This is thy word, O Corund, and this our answer,’ and therewith flung down upon him from pots and buckets and every kind of vessel a deluge of slops and offal and all filth that came to hand. A bucketful took Corund in the mouth, befouling all his great beard, so that he gave back spitting. And he and his, standing close beneath the wall, and little expecting so sudden and ill an answer, fared shamefully, being all well soused and bemerded with filth and lye.
Therewith went up great shouts of laughter from the walls. But Corund cried out, ‘O filth of Demonland, this is my latest word with you. And though ’twere ten years I must besiege this hold, yet will I take it over your heads. And very ill to do with shall ye find me in the end, and very puissant, proud, mighty, cruel, and bloody in my conquest.’
‘What, lads?’ said Lord Brandoch Daha, standing on the battlements, ‘have we not fed this beast with pigwash enow, but he must still be snuffing and snouking at our gate? Give me another pailful.’
So the Witches returned to their tents with great shame. So hot was Corund in anger against the Demons, that he stayed not to eat nor drink at his coming down from Eshgrar Ogo, but straight gathered force and made an assault upon the burg, the mightiest he had yet essayed; and his picked men of Witchland were in that assault, and he himself to lead them. Thrice by main fury they won up into the hold, but all were slain who set foot therein, and Corund’s young son Dormanes wounded to the death. And at even they drew off from the battle. There fell in that fight an hundred and four-score Demons, and of the Imps five hundred, and of the Witches three hundred and ninety and nine. And many were hurt of either side.
Wrath sat like thunder on Corund’s brow at supper-time. He ate his meat savagely, thrusting great gobbets in his mouth, crunching the bones like a beast, taking deep draughts of wine with every mouthful, which yet dispelled not his black mood. Over against him Gro sat silent, shivering now and then for all that he kept his ermine cloak about him and the brazier stood at his elbow. He made but a poor meal, drinking mulled wine in little sips and dipping little pieces of bread in it.
So wore without speech that cheerless and unkindly meal, until the Lord Corund, looking suddenly across the board at Gro and catching his eye studying him, said, ‘That was a bright star of thine and then shined clear upon thee when thou tookest this bout of shivering fits and so wentest not with me to be soused with muck before the burg.’
‘Who would have dreamed,’ answered Gro, ‘of their using so base and shameful a part?’
‘Not thou, I’ll swear,’ said Corund, looking evilly upon him and marking, as he thought, a twinkling light in Gro’s eyes. Gro shivered again, sipped his wine, and shifted his glance uneasily under that unfriendly stare.
Corund drank awhile in silence, then flushing suddenly a darker red, said, leaning heavily across the board at him, ‘Dost know why I said “not thou”?’
‘’Twas scarce needful, to thy friend,’ said Gro.
‘I said it,’ said Corund, ‘because I know thou didst look for another thing when thou didst skulk shamming here.’
‘Another thing?’
‘Sit not there like some prim-mouthed miss feigning an innocence all know well thou hast not,’ said Corund, ‘or I’ll kill thee. Thou plottedst my death with the Demons. And because thyself hast no shred of honour in thy soul, thou hadst not the wit to perceive that their nobility would shrink from such a betrayal as thy hopes entertained.’
Gro said, ‘This is a jest I cannot laugh at; or else ’tis madman’s brabble.’
‘Dissembling cur,’ said Corund, ‘be sure that I hold him not less guilty that holds the ladder than him that mounts the wall. It was thy design they should smite us at unawares when we went up to them with this proposal thou didst urge on me so hotly.’
Gro made as if to rise. ‘Sit down!’ said Corund. ‘Answer me; didst not thou egg on the poor snipe Philpritz to that attempt on Juss?’
‘He told me on’t,’ said Gro.
‘O, thou art cunning,’ said Corund. ‘There too I see thy treachery. Had they fallen upon us, thou mightest have thrown thyself safely upon their mercy.’
‘This is foolishness,’ said Gro. ‘We were far stronger.’
‘’Tis so,’ said Corund. ‘When did I charge thee with wisdom and sober judgement? With treachery I know thou art soaked wet.’
‘And thou art my friend!’ said Gro.
Corund said in a while, ‘I have long known thee to be both a subtle and dissembling fox, and now I durst trust thee no more, for fear I should fall further into thy danger. I am resolved to murther thee.’
Gro fell back in his chair and flung out his arms. ‘I have been here before,’ he said. ‘I have beheld it, in moonlight and in the barren glare of day, in fair weather and in hail and snow, with the great
winds charging over the wastes. And I knew it was accursed. From Morna Moruna, ere I was born or thou, O Corund, or any of us, treason and cruelty blacker than night herself had birth, and brought death to their begetter and all his folk. From Morna Moruna bloweth this wind about the waste to blast our love and bring us destruction. Ay, kill me; I’ll not ward myself, not i’ the smallest.’
‘’Tis small matter, Goblin,’ said Corund, ‘whether thou shouldst or no. Thou art but a louse between my fingers, to kill or cast away as shall seem me good.’
‘I was King Gaslark’s man,’ said Gro, as if talking in a dream; ‘and between a man and a boy near fifteen years I served him true and costly. Yet it was my fortune in all that time and at the ending thereof only to get a beard on my chin and remorse at heart. To what scorned purpose must I plot against him? Pity of Witchland, of Witchland sliding as then into the pit of adverse luck, ’twas that made force upon me. And I served Witchland well: but fate ever fought o’ the other side. It was that counselled King Gorice XI to draw out from the fight at Kartadza. Yet wanton Fortune trod down the scale for Demonland. I prayed him not wrastle with Goldry in the Foliot Isles. Thou didst back me. Nought but rebukes and threats of death gat I therefrom; but because my redes were set at nought, evil fell upon Witchland. I helped our Lord the King when he conjured and made a sending against the Demons. He loved me therefor and upheld me, but great envy was raised up against me in Carcë for that fact. Yet I bare up, for thy friendship and thy lady wife’s were as bright fires to warm me against all the frosts of their ill-will. And now, for love of thee, I fared with thee to Impland. And here by the Moruna where in old days I wandered in danger and in sorrow, it is fitting I behold at length the emptiness of all my days.’
Therewith Gro fell silent a minute, and then began to say: ‘O Corund, I’ll strip bare my soul to thee before thou kill me. It is most true that until now, sitting before Eshgrar Ogo, it hath been present to my heart how great an advantage we held against the Demons, and the glory of their defence, so little a strength against us so many, and the great glory of their flinging of us back, these things were a splendour to my soul beholding them. Such glamour hath ever shone to me all my life’s days when I behold great men battling still beneath the bludgeonings of adverse fortune that, howsoever they be mine enemies, it lieth not in my virtue to withhold from admiration of them and well nigh love. But never was I false to thee, nor much less ever thought, as thou most unkindly accusest me, to compass thy destruction.’
