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Updated: September 13, 2025
For there, calm, terrible, mighty, clothed in his red and yellow cap and robe of ebon furs, stood he who was named Murgh the Fire, Murgh the Sword, Murgh the Helper, Murgh, Gateway of the Gods! They knelt before him in the snow, while, screaming in their fright, the horses fled away.
If Murgh read his thoughts he only answered them with that smile of his cold eyes which was more awful than the frown of any mortal man. Turning his head slowly he began to contemplate Dick sitting on his stone. "If I had a son," he said, "by that face of yours you might be he." "Perchance," answered Dick, "since I never knew for certain who my father was.
As they went Hugh asked Dick what it was that he had in his mind as a mark for the arrow that Murgh had shot, that arrow which to his charmed sight had seemed to rush over Venice like a flake of fire. "I'll not tell you, master," answered Dick, "lest you should think me madder than I am, which to-night would be very mad indeed.
They watched him go till he became but a blot of fantastic colour that soon vanished on the moorland. Hugh spoke to Red Eve and said: "Wife, let us away from this haunted place and take what joy we can. Who knows when Murgh may return again and make us as are all the others whom we love!" "Ay, husband won at last," she answered, "who knows?
For one brief flash of time a black dove-shaped bird was seen hovering round the head of Murgh. "Finished!" said Dick straightening himself. "Well, I had hoped to see a better fight, but cowards die as cowards live." Leaning on Red Eve's shoulder Sir Andrew limped to the side of the grave. They both looked down on that which lay therein.
"Sir Murgh," said Hugh, stepping forward, "you had best let me and my companion Grey Dick walk first down this place, lest you should come to harm. When we passed it a while ago we thought that we heard robbers behind us, and in Venice, as we are told, such men use knives."
He cast it on the table, then turned to his master, who was awakening from his swoon. Dick helped him to his feet. "What has passed?" asked Hugh in a hollow voice. "Murgh!" answered Dick, pointing to the dead man on the floor. "Have you killed him, friend?" "Ay, sure enough, as he strove to kill me," and again he pointed, this time to the broken dagger.
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