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.The severed skull rolled off to the left and the body fell limp atthe feet of Alfonzo.The latter was overcome with grief, and dropped to his knees, hiding his facein his hands in desolation and despair.Then he slowly raised his moistenedeyes to Montague s. I surrender, he whispered, and let his sword fall from his hand onto theground.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlMontague stood silent, marinating in his victory.He raised his sword abovehis head, and prepared to bring it down upon Alfonzo, to finish off hisstalwart enemy.But he stopped himself, with a strange hate gleaming from hiseyes, that kind for which it is not enough to merely kill. No, he said, No, you will not be slain Alfonzo of Melborough.We must firstlet you soak in your dishonor.We must let you live and watch as your foolishfollowers are hunted down and slain, one by miserable, wretched one. Hepaused, then, turning to his men, he went on, Bind them.Then we are off toEden, to the castle dungeon, from which there is no escape. He turned his back to Alfonzo and began to walk toward the edge of theclearing.His men bound Alfonzo and Vahan Lee, kicking the decapitated body of Casperfrom their path.Montague did not wait for them, but started off in the direction from which hehad come: east, towardEden.The soldiers followed soon after, with the two prisoners between them.When they were no longer in the clearing, but in the skyless forest once more,Alfonzo let out his grin, smiling from ear to ear in a simplistic way.Vahanturned toward him and opened his mouth in surprise. My friend, what is there to smile about at this sad juncture? Can youpossibly be relieved that the fight is finally over? Can the end of the war,however horrible the defeat, bring with it rest from worries? No, for the war has just begun, Vahan.Perhaps you do not realize what wehave accomplished? No, I do not see what is good in this. Alfonzo looked forward at Montague, but he was too far away to hear him, andthe soldiers did not seem to care. We ve cleared the forest of Gylain s men, he whispered, For the safepassage of His Majesty, theKing of Atilta, and his loyal protector, Horatio. He laughed silently as he spoke, as did Vahan, both grown men giggling tothemselves.Yet they could not contain it, and soon they laughed ferociously,without giving any thought to what their captors would think.Montague turned and gave them an incredulous look.Page 51 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html What is this? he cried, You are defeated, and your followers slain.How canyou laugh in this defeat, you fools? The end draws nigh, but not in yourcompanions favor. It does draw near, but it is you who has lost, Montague.The days of Gylainthe Wicked are numbered short. And how do you know this, Alfonzo? Montague asked. I can hear it in the wind. This was all Alfonzo would say, and Vahan addednothing more.With an indignant countenance, his victory confused by his enemy s rejoicing,Montague turned once more and set off at a double pace.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html To Eden, he shouted to his men, To Castle Plantagenet! CHAPTER SIXTEENMeanwhile, there was action in another part of the forest, to the north of thecamp in which the rebels had spent the night.Willard, the king of Atilta --though he did not know it -- and Horatio, heir to a long line of black bears-- the kings of the forest and the guardians of the house of Plantagenet --traveled together.The two kings of Atilta, one of man and one of beast, weretogether as blood brothers, though neither knew their true importance.The forest was as ancient there as elsewhere, and it was still under the broadcanopy that they walked, clothed in a soft, mellow shade and cooled by aslight breeze that wisped around the trunks of the massive trees.In thissection of the forest, the trees had vines growing on them thickly, stretchingall the way into the upper branches.There was a heavy fog that sweetened thealready wholesome air, and nothing could be seen more than ten yards away.Even within that range everything took on a smoky, shrouded appearance, as ifthe air had just woke up, and its eyes were still too tired to let things showthrough.The first leg of their journey was entirely uneventful, until the noon hour.It was only then that the two reached the road, which they took in the easterndirection, toward the city of Eden.Their pace was slack, for they were in nohurry.It was as though they gave adventure a chance to overtake them.Andsure enough, within a few minutes, Willard and Horatio -- once more disguisedas monks -- spotted an odd, clerical figure coming toward them from the west. Look there, Horatio, Willard said, An odd man approaches, and I shouldcount myself amiss if I did not take the chance to speak with him.Let us takeour rest in the shade, therefore, and wait for him to reach us.He is goingthe same way we are. The two sat down at the base of a large oak, enjoying the cool shade for a fewmoments.Soon the man drew near enough to make out his features.He was alittle above the average height, very slightly overweight, and had a blazingred mustache that stretched from ear to ear like a lightening bolt attached tohis face.It was apparent he was the prior of a church, for his robes werericher than a monk s, yet simpler than a bishop s. Greetings stranger, Willard called out as he drew near, Would you care tomake your way with us?The forest is a grim place for the lone ecclesiastic, these days. With pleasure, my fellow churchmen.But let me make my positions known, forthere are many ofJudas companions among us, the prior answered with a grave, animatedcountenance [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The severed skull rolled off to the left and the body fell limp atthe feet of Alfonzo.The latter was overcome with grief, and dropped to his knees, hiding his facein his hands in desolation and despair.Then he slowly raised his moistenedeyes to Montague s. I surrender, he whispered, and let his sword fall from his hand onto theground.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlMontague stood silent, marinating in his victory.He raised his sword abovehis head, and prepared to bring it down upon Alfonzo, to finish off hisstalwart enemy.But he stopped himself, with a strange hate gleaming from hiseyes, that kind for which it is not enough to merely kill. No, he said, No, you will not be slain Alfonzo of Melborough.We must firstlet you soak in your dishonor.We must let you live and watch as your foolishfollowers are hunted down and slain, one by miserable, wretched one. Hepaused, then, turning to his men, he went on, Bind them.Then we are off toEden, to the castle dungeon, from which there is no escape. He turned his back to Alfonzo and began to walk toward the edge of theclearing.His men bound Alfonzo and Vahan Lee, kicking the decapitated body of Casperfrom their path.Montague did not wait for them, but started off in the direction from which hehad come: east, towardEden.The soldiers followed soon after, with the two prisoners between them.When they were no longer in the clearing, but in the skyless forest once more,Alfonzo let out his grin, smiling from ear to ear in a simplistic way.Vahanturned toward him and opened his mouth in surprise. My friend, what is there to smile about at this sad juncture? Can youpossibly be relieved that the fight is finally over? Can the end of the war,however horrible the defeat, bring with it rest from worries? No, for the war has just begun, Vahan.Perhaps you do not realize what wehave accomplished? No, I do not see what is good in this. Alfonzo looked forward at Montague, but he was too far away to hear him, andthe soldiers did not seem to care. We ve cleared the forest of Gylain s men, he whispered, For the safepassage of His Majesty, theKing of Atilta, and his loyal protector, Horatio. He laughed silently as he spoke, as did Vahan, both grown men giggling tothemselves.Yet they could not contain it, and soon they laughed ferociously,without giving any thought to what their captors would think.Montague turned and gave them an incredulous look.Page 51 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html What is this? he cried, You are defeated, and your followers slain.How canyou laugh in this defeat, you fools? The end draws nigh, but not in yourcompanions favor. It does draw near, but it is you who has lost, Montague.The days of Gylainthe Wicked are numbered short. And how do you know this, Alfonzo? Montague asked. I can hear it in the wind. This was all Alfonzo would say, and Vahan addednothing more.With an indignant countenance, his victory confused by his enemy s rejoicing,Montague turned once more and set off at a double pace.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html To Eden, he shouted to his men, To Castle Plantagenet! CHAPTER SIXTEENMeanwhile, there was action in another part of the forest, to the north of thecamp in which the rebels had spent the night.Willard, the king of Atilta --though he did not know it -- and Horatio, heir to a long line of black bears-- the kings of the forest and the guardians of the house of Plantagenet --traveled together.The two kings of Atilta, one of man and one of beast, weretogether as blood brothers, though neither knew their true importance.The forest was as ancient there as elsewhere, and it was still under the broadcanopy that they walked, clothed in a soft, mellow shade and cooled by aslight breeze that wisped around the trunks of the massive trees.In thissection of the forest, the trees had vines growing on them thickly, stretchingall the way into the upper branches.There was a heavy fog that sweetened thealready wholesome air, and nothing could be seen more than ten yards away.Even within that range everything took on a smoky, shrouded appearance, as ifthe air had just woke up, and its eyes were still too tired to let things showthrough.The first leg of their journey was entirely uneventful, until the noon hour.It was only then that the two reached the road, which they took in the easterndirection, toward the city of Eden.Their pace was slack, for they were in nohurry.It was as though they gave adventure a chance to overtake them.Andsure enough, within a few minutes, Willard and Horatio -- once more disguisedas monks -- spotted an odd, clerical figure coming toward them from the west. Look there, Horatio, Willard said, An odd man approaches, and I shouldcount myself amiss if I did not take the chance to speak with him.Let us takeour rest in the shade, therefore, and wait for him to reach us.He is goingthe same way we are. The two sat down at the base of a large oak, enjoying the cool shade for a fewmoments.Soon the man drew near enough to make out his features.He was alittle above the average height, very slightly overweight, and had a blazingred mustache that stretched from ear to ear like a lightening bolt attached tohis face.It was apparent he was the prior of a church, for his robes werericher than a monk s, yet simpler than a bishop s. Greetings stranger, Willard called out as he drew near, Would you care tomake your way with us?The forest is a grim place for the lone ecclesiastic, these days. With pleasure, my fellow churchmen.But let me make my positions known, forthere are many ofJudas companions among us, the prior answered with a grave, animatedcountenance [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]