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A thousand years from this night some wronged mother of hers, sitting beside some sleeping father of hers in their forest-beleaguered castle the moonlight streaming in upon him through the javelined casement and putting before her the manly beauty of him the blond hair matted thick on his forehead as his helmet had left it, his mouth reddening in his slumber under its curling gold some mother of hers whom he had carried off from other men by might of his sword, thus sitting beside him and knowing him to be colder to her now than the moon's dead rays, might have watched those rays as they travelled away from his figure and put a gleam on his sword hanging near: a thousand years ago: some mother of hers.
Sickened, I saw fragments of man and horse fly. Another arm javelined from its place like a flying snake, clicked at the end of another, became a hundred-foot chain which swirled like a flail through the huddling mass. Down upon a knot of the soldiers with a straight-forward blow drove a third arm, driving through them like a giant punch.
They pinioned my arms and legs, and later chained my wrists behind my back. Then they let me up. I saw my companions; the brave fellows lay dead where they had slept, javelined to death without a chance at self-defense. I was furious.
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