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Elijah Ward
Elijah Ward

The Joy Formidable The Big Roar Zip

I was upset in my mind, too. I continued tocry in a helpless, hopeless fashion, and was feelingthat nothing on earth could make me morewretched than I already was when it beganraining. Lieutenant Johnston, who had the soul ofMark Tapley, prophesied a shower and refused toleave his seat with the driver, but in a little while hewas driven inside with us. It rained harder andharder - it poured. The ambulance began to leakand the straw on the floor got wet. Milicent and Ihuddled together under the old blanket shawl anddrew over that a ragged piece of oilcloth; but therain soaked through. Where Lieutenant Johnstonsat there was a steady dripping, bursting now andthen into a stream. But he was not to be dauntedby discomforts or difficulties. He invented a troughfor carrying off the water by making a dent in hisbroad-brimmed hat, pulling the brim into a point,and sticking it through a rent in the ambulancecover; and he was so merry over it all, and soconvinced that things might be far worse andwould soon be much better, that we werebeginning to laugh at our own expense, when asullenrushing and roaring reminded us that the worstof our troubles were still before us. Welooked out of our ambulance upon the swollenwaters of the Pamunkey River.

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Six miles from Winchester we met thedetachment of cavalry to which Milroy'sadjutant had referred. It was amagnificent-looking body of men, handsomelyuniformed and mounted. As they were about todash past us Captain Goldsborough halted them,gave an order, and instantly thirty riders wheeledout of line and surrounded the ambulance, theothers riding on without a break in theirmovements. Captain Goldsborough had gottenout of the ambulance some minutes before wemet the detachment of cavalry, and was sittingwith the driver, having sent the little boy inside. Itsounds rather a formidable position for aSouthern woman, a blockade-runner, in aYankee ambulance, and surrounded by thirtyYankees armed to the teeth; but I was neversafer in my life. The little boy was in a state ofterror that would have been amusing if it had notbeen pitiful.

As there was not much time left before mytrain would start for Baltimore, I urged mydriver to do his best, and we sped on in hasteuntil we stopped before the gloomy,formidable-looking prison of the Old Capitol.With the permission of the guard I entered.The officer in command received me withkindness and courtesy, and with his consentI was about to ascend the stairs when heextended his hand, saying:

With a sinking heart I got the field-glass andturned it southeast. The hills swarmed withsoldiers in Federal uniforms! Men in gray weregalloping up to the Reservoir and unlimberingguns. We heard the roar of cannon, the rattle ofmusketry. The heavens were filled with fire andsmoke. Men in blue were vanishing as theycame; they thoughtReservoir Hill a fort. That was the ninth of June,when 125 old men and boys saved the town byholding Kautz's command, 1,800 strong, at bay onthe Jerusalem Plank Road as long as they couldand long enough to give Graham's andStudivant's batteries and Dearing's cavalry timeto rush to the front. The Ninth of June isPetersburg's Memorial Day, her day of pride and sorrow.

The loyalists charged in a living wave that roared as it surfed against the castle walls and spattered a foam of blood and steel. From three sides they came, weaving in and out of the hailing arrows, lifting shields above them, leaving their dead behind them.

The ladders were hurled down. The warriors who gained the walls were blasted by cannon, cut down by superior numbers, lost in a swirl of battle and death. Boiling water rained down over the walls on those below, spears and arrows and the roaring blaster bolts. But still they came. Still the howling, screeching demons of Krakenau came, and died, and came again.

He and Anse loped in the forefront. Behind them came Gonzales, Ellen, and a dozen picked young Khazaki. They wove through a maze of alleys and streets and deserted market squares, working around behind the castle. The roar of battle came to them out of the gray mist of rain; otherwise there was only the padding and splashing of their own feet, the breath rasping harsh in their lungs, the faint clank and jingle of their harness. All Krakenau not at the storming of the citadel had withdrawn into the mysterious shells of the houses, lay watching and waiting and whetting knives in the dark.

The leader of the enemy band was a huge Khazaki, dark-furred and green-eyed. His men were scattering in panic, but he roared a bull-voiced command and they rallied about him and stood before the rocket.

Swords and axes began to fly. Corun hewed at the nearest grinning reptile face, felt the sword sink in and roared the war-cry of Conahur. He spitted the monster on his blade, lifted it, and pitchforked it into the ranks of the guards.

Dimly, through the roaring in his nerves, he felt his blade hit something solid. He bellowed in savage glee and smote again, again, and again. The smashing pressure lifted. He sobbed air into himself and looked with streaming eyes as the giant form dissolved into smoke, into mist, into empty air. It was Tsathu writhing in pain at his feet, Tsathu with his head nearly chopped off. It was only another dying Xanthian.

There was a madness of storm outside, wind screaming to fill the sky, driving solid sheets of rain and hail before it. The incessant blinding lightning glared in a cold shadowless brilliance, the bawling thunder drowned the roar of exploding devil-powder. They fought out through the courtyard, past the deserted outer gate.

Presently he came out on the bare rocks above the fringe of jungle growth. The rain hammered at him, driven by a wind that screamed like a maddened beast. Thunder boomed and rolled overhead, a roar of doom answering the thud of his heart. The water rushed over his ankles, foaming down toward the sea.

He looked away from the window where he stood staring out at the storm. Fire sleeted across the landscape, whirling heatless flames that hissed and crackled around the wind-tossed trees, red and blue and yellow and icy white. The wind roared and boomed, with a hollow voice that seemed to shout words in some unknown tongue, and from behind the curtain of flaming rain there was the crimson glow of an open furnace. As if, thought Langdon, as if the gates of Hell stood open just beyond the hills.

The second scream was wordless and crazy and horrible, but the dying fragment of his own name went through him like a knife. For the barest instant he stood there while the storm roared about him and the fire rushed over the world. Then, quite simply, he ran back into the house.

Overhead the stars were glittering, bright and hard and cruel, flashing and flashing out of the crystal dark. The peaks rose on every side, soaring dizziness of cliffs and ragged snarl of crags, hemming us in with our tiny works and struggles. It was bitterly, ringingly cold out there; the snow screamed when you walked on it; the snapping thunder of frost-split rock woke the dull roar of avalanches, and there was the wind, the old immortal wind, moaning and blowing and wandering under the stars. I saw them running, little antlike men spilling from their nest and racing across the snow before they froze. I saw the ships rise one after the other and rush darkly skyward. The base had come alive and was reaching up to defy the haughty stars.

He howled his rage, and sprang forward. The sword blurred in his hands, ringing on shields and helmets. A guard fell, shrieking, his right arm sheared off. Alfric stabbed another in the neck, kicked a third in the groin, and roared.

Back the Household drove the guards, back to the scowling walls of the Temple. Weird battle, in darkness and cold, with the moons and the great rising flames for fitful illumination. Strange, to trade blows with men who were only red highlights against the roaring night. For a timeless interval, it was all clamor and death and flying steel.

In the end, Vwyrdda went under, her fleets broken and her armies reeling in retreat over ten thousand scorched planets. The triumphant Erai had roared in to make an end of the mother world, and nothing in all the mighty Imperial arsenals could stop them now.

A trumpet brayed from the enemy ranks, and Kery saw the cloud of arrows rise whistling against the sky. At the same time Bram winded his horn and the air grew loud with war shouts and the roar of arrow flocks.

A Dark Land warrior thrust for his belly. He kicked one booted foot out and sent the man lurching back into his own ranks. Whirling, he hewed down one who engaged the Killorner beside him. A foeman sprang against him as he turned, chopping at his leg. With a roar that lifted over the clashing racket of battle, Bram turned, the ax already flying in his hands, and cut the stranger down.

Back and forth the battle swayed, roar of axes and whine of arrows and harsh iron laughter of swords. Kery stood firing and firing, the need to fight was a bitter catch in his throat. How long to wait, how long, how long?

The carpet under his bare feet seemed again to be the springy, pungent ling of Killorn. It was as if he smelled the sharp wild fragrance of it and felt the leaves brushing his ankles. It had been gray and windy, clouds rushed out of the west on a mounting gale. There was rain in the air and high overhead a single bird of prey had wheeled and looped on lonely wings. O almighty gods, how the wind had sung and cried to him, chilled his body with raw wet gusts and skirled in the dales and roared beneath the darkening heavens! And he had come down a long rocky slope into a wooded glen, a waterfall rushed and foamed along his path, white and green and angry black. He had sheltered in a mossy cave, lain and listened to the wind and the rain and the crystal, ringing waterfall, and when the weather cleared he had gotten up and gone home. There had been no quarry, but by Morna of Dagh, that failure meant more to him than all his victories since!


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