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."It was clever of you," said the Herul, "to let the dogs return."The giant shrugged.It would have been possible, though dangerous, to kill them in their feedingfrenzy.Too, he had been cold, and miserable."How did you arm yourself?" asked the Herul."With ice," said the giant, "a weapon formed thereof, frozen, from snow,heated in my mouth, and a fluid of my body."Page 194 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"It is an old Herul trick," said the Herul, approvingly."It is known in the festung village of Sim Giadini," said the giant."I had thought it might be," said the Herul."You have sought me," said the giant."Yes," said the Herul."Why?" asked the giant."I mean you no harm," said the Herul."You have escaped the dogs.""Why have you sought me?" asked the giant."I have brought you your sword, the great blade, and a Herul knife, some food,and the pelt of the giant white vi-cat, which I have had prepared for you."The Herul loosened from across his back the great blade, now in a fur sheath,and dropped it, with its belt, to the snow, to the right side of the horse.Heput with it, one object after the other, a smaller object, doubtless theknife, a dark bag, which might contain food, and then, folded, what must bethe pelt of the vi-cat."Why are you doing this?" asked the giant."The pelt," said the Herul, "is that of the giant white vi-cat.Among theVandals it is understood as the robe of a king.""Perhaps that is why," said the giant, "that the two Basungs crossed theLothar, to obtain such a robe.""Doubtless," said the Herul.The two Basungs, those who had drawn the sledge to the Herul camp, had beenkilled."Why do you give it to me?" asked the giant."It was you who killed the beast," said the Herul."It is thus yours.""Why do you return to me the sword, why give me these things?""It does not matter," said the Herul."Why?" asked the giant."The Heruls grow fat, and slack," said the Herul."They need splendidenemies.""I do not understand.""It does not matter," said the Herul."I thank you for these gifts," said the giant."The woman whom I brought with me," said the Herul, "will have fled by now.""She was a slave?""Yes.""She may be easily followed in the snow," said the giant, "thence to berecaptured, thence to be beaten, or to have her feet cut off, or be fed todogs.""I shall leave such decisions to you," said the Herul."I do not understand," said the giant."She thought herself brought with me, late at night, in the cold, to performthe services of the slave female, to cook, to lie at my feet, to warm them, togive pleasure with her body, her lips and tongue, and such.It is common onjourneys to bring slaves, for such things.""But you brought her here, to let her escape?""Of course," said the Herul."When you freed her of the pommel, she doubtless thought it merely to free thehorse of its impediment, to prepare for combat with me, taken as your quarry.""That was my intention, that she should think so.""But she is now fled.""But should not be difficult to follow, in the snow.""No," said the giant."Do you know where you are?" asked the Herul."No," said the giant."You are within two days journey of the forests of the Otungs," said thePage 195 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHerul."It was at my request that Mujiin brought the wagons here.""Does the slave know where she is?""Certainly," said the Herul."I do not know the way to the Otungs," said the giant."She will know the way," said the Herul."Then I need only follow her," said the giant."That was my intention," said the Herul."Why have you shown me these kindnesses?'' asked the giant."I am old now," said the Herul."And I must be killed one day.I think I wouldlike to be killed by you.""I have no quarrel with you," said the giant."But we are enemies, the Heruls, and the Otungs.""I am a peasant, from the festung village of Sim Giadini," said the giant."No," said the Herul."You are an Otung.""I do not know that I am an Otung," said the giant."You are Otung," said the Herul."I do not know who I am," said the giant."That is true," said the Herul."You do not know who you are.""What is the name of the slave?" asked the giant."It is she whom you know," said the Herul."Yata?""Yes.""The night is clear," said the giant."I will follow her in the morning.""Do not let her know she is being followed.""No," said the giant."By the way," said the Herul, "she is a camp slave.We thought that might beuseful, she once the daughter of an Otung noble, to help her understand,particularly at the beginning, the nature of her new condition, that ofslave.""What is the nature of the camp slave?" asked the giant."She is the common property of the camp," said the Herul."She must beg andgive pleasure before she is fed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."It was clever of you," said the Herul, "to let the dogs return."The giant shrugged.It would have been possible, though dangerous, to kill them in their feedingfrenzy.Too, he had been cold, and miserable."How did you arm yourself?" asked the Herul."With ice," said the giant, "a weapon formed thereof, frozen, from snow,heated in my mouth, and a fluid of my body."Page 194 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"It is an old Herul trick," said the Herul, approvingly."It is known in the festung village of Sim Giadini," said the giant."I had thought it might be," said the Herul."You have sought me," said the giant."Yes," said the Herul."Why?" asked the giant."I mean you no harm," said the Herul."You have escaped the dogs.""Why have you sought me?" asked the giant."I have brought you your sword, the great blade, and a Herul knife, some food,and the pelt of the giant white vi-cat, which I have had prepared for you."The Herul loosened from across his back the great blade, now in a fur sheath,and dropped it, with its belt, to the snow, to the right side of the horse.Heput with it, one object after the other, a smaller object, doubtless theknife, a dark bag, which might contain food, and then, folded, what must bethe pelt of the vi-cat."Why are you doing this?" asked the giant."The pelt," said the Herul, "is that of the giant white vi-cat.Among theVandals it is understood as the robe of a king.""Perhaps that is why," said the giant, "that the two Basungs crossed theLothar, to obtain such a robe.""Doubtless," said the Herul.The two Basungs, those who had drawn the sledge to the Herul camp, had beenkilled."Why do you give it to me?" asked the giant."It was you who killed the beast," said the Herul."It is thus yours.""Why do you return to me the sword, why give me these things?""It does not matter," said the Herul."Why?" asked the giant."The Heruls grow fat, and slack," said the Herul."They need splendidenemies.""I do not understand.""It does not matter," said the Herul."I thank you for these gifts," said the giant."The woman whom I brought with me," said the Herul, "will have fled by now.""She was a slave?""Yes.""She may be easily followed in the snow," said the giant, "thence to berecaptured, thence to be beaten, or to have her feet cut off, or be fed todogs.""I shall leave such decisions to you," said the Herul."I do not understand," said the giant."She thought herself brought with me, late at night, in the cold, to performthe services of the slave female, to cook, to lie at my feet, to warm them, togive pleasure with her body, her lips and tongue, and such.It is common onjourneys to bring slaves, for such things.""But you brought her here, to let her escape?""Of course," said the Herul."When you freed her of the pommel, she doubtless thought it merely to free thehorse of its impediment, to prepare for combat with me, taken as your quarry.""That was my intention, that she should think so.""But she is now fled.""But should not be difficult to follow, in the snow.""No," said the giant."Do you know where you are?" asked the Herul."No," said the giant."You are within two days journey of the forests of the Otungs," said thePage 195 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHerul."It was at my request that Mujiin brought the wagons here.""Does the slave know where she is?""Certainly," said the Herul."I do not know the way to the Otungs," said the giant."She will know the way," said the Herul."Then I need only follow her," said the giant."That was my intention," said the Herul."Why have you shown me these kindnesses?'' asked the giant."I am old now," said the Herul."And I must be killed one day.I think I wouldlike to be killed by you.""I have no quarrel with you," said the giant."But we are enemies, the Heruls, and the Otungs.""I am a peasant, from the festung village of Sim Giadini," said the giant."No," said the Herul."You are an Otung.""I do not know that I am an Otung," said the giant."You are Otung," said the Herul."I do not know who I am," said the giant."That is true," said the Herul."You do not know who you are.""What is the name of the slave?" asked the giant."It is she whom you know," said the Herul."Yata?""Yes.""The night is clear," said the giant."I will follow her in the morning.""Do not let her know she is being followed.""No," said the giant."By the way," said the Herul, "she is a camp slave.We thought that might beuseful, she once the daughter of an Otung noble, to help her understand,particularly at the beginning, the nature of her new condition, that ofslave.""What is the nature of the camp slave?" asked the giant."She is the common property of the camp," said the Herul."She must beg andgive pleasure before she is fed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]