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The Bull and the Bear<br />
The Great Bull made its way down the road, passing by the<br />
southern tip of Lake Thannat. There he saw a shadow emerge from<br />
the water. It was the lady, Isabelle, who somehow glistened on that<br />
moonless night. She called to him. “Come to me, Bull. I have a gift<br />
for you.” Bull heeded her command. “Kneel before me.” He did.<br />
She reached into the water and scooped some mud from the lake<br />
bed. She whispered some words over the dark wet earth in her<br />
hands, and then rubbed the mud over the horns of the great beast.<br />
“Any son of man gored by your horns shall die in slow, writhing<br />
agony. Now go!”<br />
The Bull was soon enough strolling through the heart of<br />
Humble’s Wood. White men wisely avoided that trail, afeared as<br />
they were of the Hums and the beasts residing there. But The Bull<br />
knew no fear. He knew only the scent of blood, the stench of<br />
which rose in his great snout. He uprooted a smallish tree along the<br />
way, pulling off its branches and leaves, shaping it with his sharp<br />
hooves, fashioning hisself a club. Ya see, since he was still part<br />
man, the Bull felt nekkid without a weapon in his hands. And, so<br />
armed, he stumbled loudly through the woods toward the town,<br />
making no secret of his coming.<br />
It was Inky that sensed it first. He awoke with a start. He heard<br />
the call of drums, though whether they were coming from the<br />
woods or from inside his own head, as a reminder of his late night<br />
debauching, he was not certain. He looked in on Gilly, who was a<br />
snoring like ole Epharim the she-bear. Inky let his brother sleep on.<br />
“I’ll check on this myself. No need to involve Gilly just yet,” he<br />
thought, as he crept out the rooms of Sunny’s bawdyhouse, where<br />
the two had taken up permanent residence. He follered the drums<br />
south, off the main street and towards the woods.<br />
Now whether it was two men that fought in a dark forest on<br />
that fateful night, or whether it was a man-bull and a were-bear, it<br />
is hard to say and harder still to know. What is clear was the<br />
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