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Lessingham thought, “A most fiery politician is my little martlet:
damned fiends and angels and nothing betwixt for her. But I’ll dance
to none of their tunes, but wait for these things’ unfolding.”
So walked those back and forth as caged lions before the Witches’
booths, until Corund halted and leaning on his spear said to one of
his sons, “Go in and seek out Gro that I may speak with him.” And the
son of Corund went, and returned anon with Lord Gro, that came with
furtive step yet goodly and fair to behold. The nose of him was hooked
like a sickle and his eyes great and fair like the eyes of an ox,
inscrutable as they. Lean and spare was his frame. Pale was his face
and pale his delicate hands, and his long black beard was tightly
curled and bright as the coat of a black retriever.
Corund said, “How is it with the King?”
Gro answered him, “He chafeth to be at it; and to pass away the time
he playeth at dice with Corinius, and the luck goeth against the
King.”
“What makest thou of that?” asked Corund.
And Gro said, “The fortune of the dice jumpeth not commonly with the
fortune of war.”
Corund grunted in his beard, and laying his large hand on Lord Gro’s
shoulder, “Speak to me a little apart,” he said; and when they were
private, “Darken not counsel,” said Corund, “to me and my sons. Have I
not these four years past been as a brother unto thee, and wilt thou
still be secret toward us?”
But Gro smiled a sad smile and said, “Why should we by words of ill
omen strike yet another blow where the tree tottereth?”
Corund groaned. “Omens,” said he, “increase upon us from that time
forth when the King accepted the challenge, evilly, and flatly against
thy counsel and mine and the counsel of all the great ones in the
land. Surely the Gods have made him fey, having ordained his
destruction and our humbling before these Demons.” And he said, “Omens
thicken upon us, O Gro. First, the night raven that went widdershins
round about the palace of Carcë, that night when the King accepted
this challenge, and we were all drunken with wine after our great
feasting and surfeiting in his halls. Next, the stumbling of the King
whenas he went upon the poop of the long ship which bare us on this
voyage to these islands. Next, the squint-eyed cupbearer that poured
out unto us yesternight. And throughout, the devilish pride and
bragging humour of the King. No more: he is fey. And the dice fall
against him.”
Gro spake and said, “O Corund, I will not hide it from thee that my
heart is heavy as thy heart under shadow of ill to be. For as I lay
sleeping betwixt the strokes of night, a dream of the night stood by
my bed and beheld me with a glance so fell that I was all adrad and
quaking with fear. And it seemed to me that the dream smote the roof
above my bed, and the roof opened and disclosed the outer dark, and in
the dark travelled a bearded star, and the night was quick with fiery
signs. And blood was on the roof, and great gouts of blood on the
walls and on the cornice of my bed. And the dream screeched like the
screech-owl, and cried, Witchland from thy hand, O King! And
methought the whole world was lighted in a lowe, and with a great cry
I awoke out of the dream.”
“Thou art wise,” said Corund; “and belike the dream was a true dream,
sent thee through the gate of horn, and belike it forebodeth events
great and evil for the King and for Witchland.”
Gro said, “Disclose it not to the others, for none can strive with
Fate and gain the victory, and it would but cast down their hearts.
But it is fitting we be ready against evil hap. If (which yet may the
Gods forfend) ill come of this wrastling bout, fail not every one of
you ere you act on any enterprise to take counsel of me. ‘Bare is back
without brother behind it.’ Together must we do that we do.”
“Thou hast my firm assurance on’t,” said Corund.
Now began a great company to come forth from the palace and take their
stand on either side of the wrastling ground. The Red Foliot sate in
his car of polished ebony, drawn by six black horses with flowing
manes and tails; before him went his musicians, pipers and minstrels
doing their craft, and behind him fifty spearmen, weighed down with
armour and ponderous shields that covered them from chin to toe. Their
armour was stained with madder, in such wise that they seemed bathed
in blood. Mild to look on was the Red Foliot, yet kingly. His skin was
scarlet like the head of the green woodpecker. He wore a diadem of
silver, and robes of scarlet trimmed with black fur.
So when the Foliots were assembled, one stood forth with a horn at the
command of the Red Foliot and blew three blasts. Therewith came forth
from their booths the lords of Demonland and their men-at-arms, Juss,
Goldry, Spitfire, and Brandoch Daha, all armed as for battle save
Goldry, who was muffled in a cloak of cloth of gold with great hearts
worked thereon in red silk thread. And from their booths in turn came
the lords of Witchland all armed, and their fighting men, and little
love there was in the glances they and the Demons cast upon each other.
In the midst stalked the King, his great limbs muffled, like Goldry’s,
in a cloak: and it was of black silk lined with black bearskin, and
ornamented with crabs worked in diamonds. The crown of Witchland,
fashioned like a hideous crab and encrusted with jewels so thickly that
none might discern the iron whereof it was framed, weighed on his
beetling brow. His beard was black and bristly, spade-shaped and thick:
his hair close cropped. His upper lip was shaved, displaying his
sneering mouth, and from the darkness below his eyebrows looked forth
eyes that showed a green light, like those of a wolf. Corund walked at
the King’s left elbow, his giant frame an inch less in stature than the
King. Corinius went on the right, wearing a rich cloak of skyblue tissue
over his shining armour. Tall and soldierlike was Corinius, and young
and goodly to look upon, with swaggering gait and insolent eye,
thick-lipped withal and somewhat heavy of feature, and the sun shone
brightly on his shaven jowl.
Now the Red Foliot let sound the horn again, and standing in his ebony
car he read out the conditions, as thus:
“O Gorice XI., most glorious King of Witchland, and O Lord Goldry
Bluszco, captain of the hosts of Demonland, it is compact betwixt you,
and made fast by mighty oaths whereof I, the Red Foliot, am keeper,
that ye shall wrastle three falls together on these conditions,
namely, that if Gorice the King be victorious, then hath he that glory
and withal full liberty to enforce with the sword his claims of
lordship over manymountained Demonland: but if victory fall to the
Lord Goldry Bluszco, then shall the Demons let the Witches abide in
peace, and they them, and the Witches shall forswear for ever their
claims of lordship over the Demons. And you, O King, and you, O Goldry
Bluszco, are likewise bound by oath to wrastle fairly and to abide by
the ruling of me, the Red Foliot, whom ye are content to choose as
your umpire. And I do swear to judge justly between you. And the laws
of your wrastling are that neither shall strangle his adversary with
his hands, nor bite him, nor claw nor scratch his flesh, nor poach out
his eyes, nor smite him with his fists, nor do any other unfair thing
against him, but in all other respects ye shall wrastle freely
together. And he that shall be brought to earth with hip or shoulder
shall be accounted fallen.”
The Red Foliot said, “Have I spoken well, O King, and do you swear to
these conditions?”
The King said, “I swear.”
The Red Foliot asked in like manner, “Dost thou swear to these
conditions, O Lord Goldry Buszco?”
And Goldry answered him, “I swear.”
Without more ado the King stepped into the wrastling ground on his
side, and Goldry Bluszco on his, and they cast aside their rich
mantles and stood forth naked for the wrastling. And folk stood silent
for admiration of the thews and sinews of those twain, doubting which
were mightier of build and likelier to gain the victory. The King
stood taller by a little, and was longer in the arm than Goldry. But
the great frame of Goldry showed excellent proportions, each part
wedded to each as in the body of a God, and if either were brawnier of
chest it was he, and he was thicker of neck than the King.
Now the King mocked Goldry, saying, “Rebellious hound, it is fit that
I make demonstration unto thee, and unto these Foliots and Demons that
witness our meeting, that I am thy King and Lord not by virtue only of
this my crown of Witchland, which I thus put by for an hour, but even
by the power of my body over thine and by my might and main. Be
satisfied that I will not have done with thee until I have taken away
thy life, and sent thy soul squealing bodiless into the unknown. And
thy skull and thy marrow-bones will I have away to Carcë, to my
palace, to be a token unto all the world that I have been the bane of
an hundredth great champion by my wrastling, and thou not least among
them that I have slain in that exercise. Thereafter, when I have eaten
and drunken and made merry in my royal palace at Carcë, I will sail
with my armies over the teeming deep to manymountained Demonland. And
it shall be my footstool, and these other Demons the slaves of me,
yea, and the slaves of my slaves.”
But the Lord Goldry Bluszco laughed lightly and said to the Red
Foliot, “O Red Foliot; I am not come hither to contend with the King
of Witchland in windy railing, but to match my strength against his,
sinew against sinew.”
Now they stood ready, and the Red Foliot made a sign with his hand,
and the cymbals clashed for the first bout.
At the clash the two champions advanced and clasped one another with
their strong arms, each with his right arm below and left arm above
the other’s shoulder, until the flesh shrank beneath the might of
their arms that were as brazen bands. They swayed a little this way
and that, as great trees swaying in a storm, their legs planted firmly
so that they seemed to grow out of the ground like the trunks of oak
trees. Nor did either yield ground to other, nor might either win a
master hold upon his enemy. So swayed they back and forth for a long
time, breathing heavily. And now Goldry, gathering his strength, gat
the King lifted a little from the ground, and was minded to swing him
round and so dash him to earth. But the King, in that moment when he
found himself lifted, leaned forward mightily and smote his heel
swiftly round Goldry’s leg on the outside, striking him behind and a
little above the ankle, in such wise that Goldry was fain to loosen
his
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