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Think not to have my help therein.”
“We shall not sleep the worse for that,” said Corinius. “Our mouth is
big enough for such a morsel of marchpane as thou, if thou turn
irksome.”
“Thy mouth is big enough to blab the secretest intelligence, as we now
most laughably approve,” said La Fireez. “Were I the King, I would
draw lobster’s whiskers on thy skin, for a tipsy and a prattling
popinjay.”
“An insult!” cried the Lord Corinius, leaping up. “I would not take an
insult from the Gods in heaven. Reach me a sword, boy! I will make
Beshtrian cutworks in his guts.”
“Peace, on your lives!” said the King in a great voice, while Corund
went to Corinius and Gro to the Prince to quiet them. “Corinius is
wounded in the wrist and cannot fight, and belike his brain is fevered
by the wound.”
“Heal him, then, of this carving the Goblins gave him, and I will
carve him like a capon,” said the Prince.
“Goblins!” said Corinius fiercely. “Know, vile fellow, the best
swordsman in the world gave me this wound. Had it been thou that stood
before me, I had cut thee into steaks, that art caponed already.”
But the King stood up in his majesty, saying, “Silence, on your
lives!” And the King’s eyes glittered with wrath, and he said, “For
thee, Corinius, not thy hot youth and rebellious blood nor yet the
wine thou hast swilled into that greedy belly of thine shall mitigate
the rigour of my displeasure. Thy punishment I reserve unto tomorrow.
And thou, La Fireez, look thou bear thyself more humbly in my halls.
Over pert was the message brought me by thine herald at thy coming
hither this morning, and too much it smacked of a greeting from an
equal to an equal, calling thy tribute a gift, though it, and thou,
and all thy principality are mine by right to deal with as seems me
good. Yet did I bear with thee: unwisely, as I think, since thy
pertness nourished by my forbearance springeth up yet ranker at my
table, and thou insultest and brawlest in my halls. Be advised, lest
my wrath forge thunderbolts against thee.”
The Prince La Fireez answered and said, “Keep frowns and threats for
thine offending thralls, O King, since me they aifright not, and I
laugh them to scorn. Nor am I careful to answer thine injurious words;
since well thou knowest my old friendship unto thine house, O King,
and unto Witchland, and by what bands of marriage I am bound in love
to the Lord Corund, to whom I gave my lady sister. If it suit not my
stomach to proclaim like a servile minister thy suzerainty, yet
needest thou not to carp at this, since thy tribute is paid thee, ay,
and in over-measure. But unto Demonland am I bound, as all the world
knoweth, and sooner shalt thou prevail upon the lamps of heaven to
come down and fight for thee against the Demons than upon me. And unto
Corinius that so boasteth I say that Demonland hath ever been too hard
for you Witches. Goldry Bluszco and Brandoch Daha have shown you this.
This is my counsel unto thee, O King, to make peace with Demonland: my
reasons, first that thou hast no just cause of quarrel with them, next
(and this should sway thee more) that if thou persist in fighting
against them it will be the ruin of thee and of all Witchland.”
The King bit his fingers with signs of wonderful anger, and for a
minute’s time no sound was in that hall. Only Corund spake privately
to the King saying, “Lord, O for all sakes swallow your royal rage.
You may whip him when my son Hacmon returneth, but till then he
outnumbers us, and your own party so overwhelmed with wine that, trust
me, I would not adventure the price of a turnip on our chances if it
come to fighting.”
Troubled at heart was Corund, for well he knew how dear beyond account
his lady wife held the keeping of the peace betwixt La Fireez and the
Witches.
In this moment Corsus, somewhat roused in an evil hour out of lethargy
by the loud talk and movement, began to sing:
When all the prisons hereabout
Have justled all their prisoners out.
Because indeed they have no cause
To keepe ‘em in by common laws.
Whereat Corinius, in whom wine and quarrelling and the King’s rebukes
had lighted a fire of reckless and outrageous malice before which all
counsels of prudence or policy were dissipated like wax in a furnace,
shouted loudly, “Wilt see our prisoners, Prince, i’ the old banquet
hall, to prove thyself an ass?”
“What prisoners?” cried the Prince, springing to his feet. “Hell’s
furies! I am weary of these dark equivocations and will know the
truth.”
“Why wilt thou rage so beastly?” said the King. “The man is drunk. No
more wild words.”
“Thou canst not daff me so. I will know the truth,” said La Fireez.
“So thou shalt,” said Corinius. “This it is, that we Witches be better
men than thou and thy hen-hearted Pixies, and better men than the
accursed Demons. No need to hide it further. Two of that brood we have
laid by the heels, and nailed ‘em up on the wall of the old banquet
hall, as farmers nail up weasels and polecats on a barn door. And
there shall they bide till they be dead: Juss and Brandoch Daha.”
“O most villanous lie!” said the King. “I’ll have thee hewn in
pieces.”
But Corinius said, “I nurse your honour, O King. We must no longer
skulk before these Pixies.”
“Thou diest for it,” said the King, “and it is a lie.”
Now was dead silence for a space. At last the Prince sat down slowly.
His face was white and drawn, and he spake unto the King, slowly and
in a quiet voice: “O King, that I was somewhat hot with you, forgive
me. And if I have omitted any form of allegiance due to you, think
rather that in my blood it is to chafe at such ceremonies than that I
had any lack of friendship unto you or ever dreamed of questioning
your overlordship. Aught that you shall require of me and that lieth
with mine honour, aught of ceremony or fealty, will I with joy
perform. And, save against Demonland, is my sword ready against your
enemies. But here, O King, tottereth a tower ready to fall athwart our
friendship and pash it in pieces. It is known to you, O King, and to
all the lords of Witchiand, that my bones were whitening these six
years in Impland the More if Lord Juss had not saved me from the
barbarous Imps that followed Fax Fay Faz, who besieged me four months
with my small following shut up in Lida Nanguna. My friendship shall
you have, O King, if you yield me up my friends.”
But the King said, “I have not thy friends.”
“Show me then the old banquet hall,” said the Prince.
The King said, “I will show it thee anon.”
“I will see it now,” said the Prince, and he rose from his seat.
“I will dissemble with thee no longer,” said the King. “I do love thee
well. But when thou askest me to yield up to thee Juss and Brandoch
Daha, thou askest a thing all Pixyland and thy dear heart’s blood were
unable to purchase from me. These be my worst enemies. Thou knowest
not at what cost of toil and danger I have at last laid hand on them.
And now let not thy hopes make thee an unbeliever, when I swear to
thee that Juss and Brandoch Daha shall rot and die in prison.”
And for all his gentle speeches, and offers of wealth and rich
advantage and upholding in peace and war, might not La Fireez shake
the King. And the King said, “Forbear, La Fireez, or thou wilt vex me.
They must rot.”
So when the Prince La Fireez saw that he might not move the King by
soft words, he took up his fair crystal goblet, egg-shaped with three
claws of gold to stand withal welded to a collar of gold about its
middle bossed with topazes, and hurled it at Gorice the King, so that
the goblet smote him on the forehead, and the crystal was brast
asunder with the force of the blow, and the King’s forehead laid open,
and the King strook senseless.
Therewith was huge uproar in the banquet hall; nor would Corund that
any should have speedier hand therein than he, but catching up his
two-edged sword and crying, “Look to the King, Gro! Here’s distressful
revels!” he leaped upon the table. And his sons likewise and Gallandus
and the other Witches seized their weapons, and in like manner did La
Fireez and his men; and there was battle in the great hall in Carcë.
Corinius, whose left hand only might as now wield weapon, even so
sprang forth in most gallant wise, calling upon the Prince with many
vile words to abide his onset. But the fumes of unbridled potations,
that being flown to his brain had made him frantic mad, wrought in his
legs more foggily, dulling their wonted nimbleness. And his foot
sliding in a puddle of spilt wine he fell backward a grievous fall,
striking his head against the polished table. And Corsus that was now
well nigh speechless and quite stupefied with drink, so that a baby
might tell as well as he what meant this hubbub, reeled cup in hand,
shouting, “Drunkenness is better for the body than physic! Drink
always, and you shall never die!” So shouting he was smitten square in
the mouth by a breast of veal flung at him by Elaron of Pixyland, the
captain of the Prince’s bodyguard, and so fell like a hog athwart
Corinius, and there lay without sense or motion. Then were the tables
overset, and wounds given and taken, and swiftly ran the tide of
vantage against the Witches. For albeit the Pixies were none such
great soldiers as they of Witchland, yet this served them mightily
that they were well nigh sober and their foes as so many casks filled
with wine, staggering and raving for the most part from their long
tippling and quaffing. Nor did Corund’s amethyst avail him throughly,
but the wine clogged his veins so that he waxed scant of breath and
his strokes lighter and slower than they were wont.
Now for the love he bare his sister Prezmyra and for his old kindness
sake for Witchland, the Prince charged his men to fight only for the
overpowering of the Witches, slaying none if so it might be, and on
their lives to look to it that the Lord Corund took no hurt. And when
they had fairly gotten the mastery, La Fireez made certain of his folk
take jars of wine and therewith souse Corund and his men most lustily
in the face, while others held them at weapon’s point, until by the
power of the wine both within and without they were well brought
under. And they barricaded the great doorway of the hall with the
benches and table tops and heavy oaken trestles, and La Fireez charged
Elaron hold the door with the most of his following, and set guards
without each window that none might come forth from the hall.
But the Prince himself took flamboys and went six in company to the
old banquet hall, overpowered the guard, brake open the doors, and so
stood before Lord Juss and Lord Brandoch
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