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.He fought for the honor of his sister, andhe was defeated. Strength over weakness, Lyndon sighed. My daughter sells her beauty to apeasant, and her brother his life for her honor.A pitiful thing, is pride inhonor; yet without it, what would become of us? Our pride, our honor -- it isthe ale of the elite, driving us to madness, fueling our mispronounced sin;but without it we would be damned outright. Pause. But let us throwPage 263 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlphilosophy to the wind, de Casanova.How is the siege? The castle is garrisoned with several thousand men; how much supplies wecannot tell.The town is gone, and there is nothing in the area to coverourselves with.Above all, our supplies will not last a siege, and we cannotresupply while the sea rages. Why did they not resupply in Eden? With two hundred ships, the room can befound. We would have, to be sure, if Lionel had not seduced our wrath before wecould load what had already been set aside. The young fool! Still, I am glad because of it: he had my cunning, andLyndon laughed, turning his head upwards until the rain disguised his weeping.He was a man of power, for good or ill.A man approached the bow, Lyndon s private deck.He was a scout, sent out byLyndon. I have news, my lord. Speak. A small regiment is encamped to the south, three thousand strong.They seemedalive, but slept so soundly I could not rouse them. Sleeping, through battle and storm? These Atiltians are stout men, deCasanova laughed. And you as well; I, at least, would not rouse an enemy hostwhen I was alone. They were not enemies but Gylain s infantry, those he sent through theforest. Then his men do not have his fire, de Casanova returned, For he has notclosed his eyes these last four days, nor so much as blinked.If he is undead,they are unalive. Return to them until they wake, Lyndon interrupted. We will continue thesiege without them and without their leader, he glanced to the forest. Gylain has trained his army well enough that they can fight alone, and I didnot even expect those sleeping soldiers to remain among the living.As forGylain, it is neither among armies nor rebels that he seeks battle. Nor is it among men; for he fights strength and there is only one strongerthan he.Begone, and deCasanova nodded his head to the scout, who turned and fled the scene.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlMeanwhile, Gylain, Montague, and the eight remaining soldiers traveled throughthe forest at a morbid pace.The canopy stopped the rain but not the water,and the ground was the earth s tear.Where it came down, the water rushed asif it fell off the world, and the cloudy air swirled with the sound of fallingwater.Below, the grass glowed with phosphorous plants, refugees of the angrysea.It was one o clock and it was midnight, lingering like a jelly fishdream.It was the forest and it was the sea.It was the deluge. William s blood gives scent to the forest, fell from Gylain s lips. I smell only death, and it strongly, Montague returned. We near the southern rim of the plain, through which the land force must havepassed.And they cannot have done so without a large casualty. So I thought, but it is better to know from your mouth than my head. In this troublesome life, Montague, you offer me what little comfort can befound. He paused, then, stopping, Wait! Do you hear those splashes? Yes, and they turned their heads toward the approaching footsteps. Prepare for action, Jonathan Montague turned to the Elite Guards and drewhis own sword.They formed themselves into a line and prepared to meet whatever force wascoming.But as they did, another set of footsteps broke through the heavy air,coming from behind them. At last! Gylain cried as he saw who came, At last, and for the end! Some time before this, on a platform off the southern side of the plain, OrenPage 264 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlLorenzo sat with six rebel rangers.They huddled around a fire containedwithin a bronze pit that was built into the platform, and covered by a canopyof cloth as well as one of leaves.The other rangers had migrated through theTreeway on various missions. We d best be going, for the war will not await our arrival, though victorymay, Lorenzo said, but his voice had no conviction.Still, they answered, We follow your lead, sir. Very well; and since I am no ranger, I will lead on the ground.We will scoutthe edge of the forest, to spy any ambush meant for our comrades. The canopy dwelling rangers were born into an aviary, and to descend theirrope ladders they simply grabbed ahold with their gloved hands and slid down.Lorenzo, however, climbed slowly; for five minutes he was alone in the air,battling the swinging rope with a swinging pulse.Below, the waters had come,and its rivers flowed to the castle.The bodies of the dead were carriedalong, pushed about like fallen leaves. I am glad the rebellion comes to an end, Lorenzo said as they left thebattlefield behind, It will be decided in the present fight -- for freedom oragainst -- and perhaps it would be better were we enslaved than slain forfreedom.The dead have no freedom. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html I have lost my father, my brothers, my sons, a ranger replied. Years ago Ifought for the women and children; but now the women are widows and thechildren soldiers.If this is liberty, it does not feel such a gloriousthing. Liberty! another ranger, with a missing eye, laughed. You cannot getliberty by fighting others, for we are first enslaved to pride, whether ourown or that of our king.If we must be beaten, let us be beaten;but I will not beat another for the privilege of beating myself [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He fought for the honor of his sister, andhe was defeated. Strength over weakness, Lyndon sighed. My daughter sells her beauty to apeasant, and her brother his life for her honor.A pitiful thing, is pride inhonor; yet without it, what would become of us? Our pride, our honor -- it isthe ale of the elite, driving us to madness, fueling our mispronounced sin;but without it we would be damned outright. Pause. But let us throwPage 263 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlphilosophy to the wind, de Casanova.How is the siege? The castle is garrisoned with several thousand men; how much supplies wecannot tell.The town is gone, and there is nothing in the area to coverourselves with.Above all, our supplies will not last a siege, and we cannotresupply while the sea rages. Why did they not resupply in Eden? With two hundred ships, the room can befound. We would have, to be sure, if Lionel had not seduced our wrath before wecould load what had already been set aside. The young fool! Still, I am glad because of it: he had my cunning, andLyndon laughed, turning his head upwards until the rain disguised his weeping.He was a man of power, for good or ill.A man approached the bow, Lyndon s private deck.He was a scout, sent out byLyndon. I have news, my lord. Speak. A small regiment is encamped to the south, three thousand strong.They seemedalive, but slept so soundly I could not rouse them. Sleeping, through battle and storm? These Atiltians are stout men, deCasanova laughed. And you as well; I, at least, would not rouse an enemy hostwhen I was alone. They were not enemies but Gylain s infantry, those he sent through theforest. Then his men do not have his fire, de Casanova returned, For he has notclosed his eyes these last four days, nor so much as blinked.If he is undead,they are unalive. Return to them until they wake, Lyndon interrupted. We will continue thesiege without them and without their leader, he glanced to the forest. Gylain has trained his army well enough that they can fight alone, and I didnot even expect those sleeping soldiers to remain among the living.As forGylain, it is neither among armies nor rebels that he seeks battle. Nor is it among men; for he fights strength and there is only one strongerthan he.Begone, and deCasanova nodded his head to the scout, who turned and fled the scene.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlMeanwhile, Gylain, Montague, and the eight remaining soldiers traveled throughthe forest at a morbid pace.The canopy stopped the rain but not the water,and the ground was the earth s tear.Where it came down, the water rushed asif it fell off the world, and the cloudy air swirled with the sound of fallingwater.Below, the grass glowed with phosphorous plants, refugees of the angrysea.It was one o clock and it was midnight, lingering like a jelly fishdream.It was the forest and it was the sea.It was the deluge. William s blood gives scent to the forest, fell from Gylain s lips. I smell only death, and it strongly, Montague returned. We near the southern rim of the plain, through which the land force must havepassed.And they cannot have done so without a large casualty. So I thought, but it is better to know from your mouth than my head. In this troublesome life, Montague, you offer me what little comfort can befound. He paused, then, stopping, Wait! Do you hear those splashes? Yes, and they turned their heads toward the approaching footsteps. Prepare for action, Jonathan Montague turned to the Elite Guards and drewhis own sword.They formed themselves into a line and prepared to meet whatever force wascoming.But as they did, another set of footsteps broke through the heavy air,coming from behind them. At last! Gylain cried as he saw who came, At last, and for the end! Some time before this, on a platform off the southern side of the plain, OrenPage 264 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlLorenzo sat with six rebel rangers.They huddled around a fire containedwithin a bronze pit that was built into the platform, and covered by a canopyof cloth as well as one of leaves.The other rangers had migrated through theTreeway on various missions. We d best be going, for the war will not await our arrival, though victorymay, Lorenzo said, but his voice had no conviction.Still, they answered, We follow your lead, sir. Very well; and since I am no ranger, I will lead on the ground.We will scoutthe edge of the forest, to spy any ambush meant for our comrades. The canopy dwelling rangers were born into an aviary, and to descend theirrope ladders they simply grabbed ahold with their gloved hands and slid down.Lorenzo, however, climbed slowly; for five minutes he was alone in the air,battling the swinging rope with a swinging pulse.Below, the waters had come,and its rivers flowed to the castle.The bodies of the dead were carriedalong, pushed about like fallen leaves. I am glad the rebellion comes to an end, Lorenzo said as they left thebattlefield behind, It will be decided in the present fight -- for freedom oragainst -- and perhaps it would be better were we enslaved than slain forfreedom.The dead have no freedom. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html I have lost my father, my brothers, my sons, a ranger replied. Years ago Ifought for the women and children; but now the women are widows and thechildren soldiers.If this is liberty, it does not feel such a gloriousthing. Liberty! another ranger, with a missing eye, laughed. You cannot getliberty by fighting others, for we are first enslaved to pride, whether ourown or that of our king.If we must be beaten, let us be beaten;but I will not beat another for the privilege of beating myself [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]