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Random Writings 19
Random Writings 19
They rose like the thousandfold ants from the small, loamy patch of dirt, erupting
as lava, streaming from the unlatched bolts of the Kingdom in splotches of gleaming
red so fierce that, as they watched, those on the battlefield saw tongues of fire
shimmering here and there. The first line of swords shrieked, struck those who were
awed by those mails, those silvery glitters that cut through heads cleanly. Then,
the orcs and the goblins awoke and they knew to scramble forward, forward, forward
for the Dark Lord bid them. But their knees shivered and their limbs were screwed
loosely that they convulsed in fear, for those men of the Kingdom of Roen were
well-armed though they were built like thatches and twigs---the monsters thought
they were the dead, those people, for their faces sunk into their cheeks, hollow
and pale, and their eyes were dark and gray and fierce.
"There were a lot of women then." He crushed the smoke; it skittered into cold
sparks. "But Nala---Nala was different. She was a girl you lost when you were
young, so you would know loss for the rest of your life."