Swords Against Wizardry by Fritz Leiber ...
Swords Against Wizardry by Fritz Leiber ...
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a very jealous woman and a devil with a chopper."<br />
The whiteness they'd been scanning turned swiftly to darkest gray. The sun<br />
had set. They could no longer see the falling snow. They pulled up their hoods<br />
and laced their cloaks tight and huddled together at the back of the ledge with<br />
Hrissa close between them.<br />
* * * *<br />
Trouble came early the next day. They roused with first light, feeling battered<br />
and nightmare-ridden, and uncramped themselves with difficulty while the<br />
morning ration of strong herb tea and powdered meat and snow were stewed in<br />
the same pot to a barely uncold aromatic gruel. Hrissa gnawed her rewarmed<br />
hare's bones and accepted a little bear's fat and water from the Mouser.<br />
The snow had stopped during the night, but the Obelisk was powdered with it<br />
on every step and hold, while under the snow was ice -- the first-fallen snow<br />
melted <strong>by</strong> yesterday afternoon's meager warmth on the rock and quickly refrozen.<br />
So Fafhrd and the Mouser roped together, and the Mouser swiftly fashioned a<br />
harness for Hrissa <strong>by</strong> cutting two holes in the long side of an oblong of leather.<br />
Hrissa protested somewhat when her forelegs were thrust through the holes and<br />
the ends of the oblong double-stitched together snugly over her shoulders. But<br />
when an end of Fafhrd's black hempen rope was tied around her harness where<br />
the stitching was, she simply lay down flat on the ledge, on the warm spot where<br />
the brazier had stood, as if to say, "This debasing tether I will not accept, though<br />
humans may."<br />
But when Fafhrd slowly started up the wall and the Mouser followed and the<br />
rope tightened on Hrissa, and when she had looked up and seen them still roped<br />
like herself, she followed sulkily after. A little later she slipped off a bulge -- her<br />
boots, snug as they were, must have been clumsy to her after naked pads -- and<br />
swung scrabbling back and forth several long moments before she was<br />
supporting her own weight again. Fortunately the Mouser had a firm stance at<br />
the time.<br />
After that, Hrissa came on more cheerily, sometimes even climbing to the<br />
side ahead of the Mouser and smiling back at him -- rather sardonically, the<br />
Mouser fancied.<br />
The climbing was a shade steeper than yesterday with an even greater<br />
insistence that each hand- and foothold be perfect. Gloved fingers must grip<br />
stone, not ice; spikes must clash through the brittle stuff to rock. Fafhrd roped his<br />
ax to his right wrist and used its hammer to tap away treacherous thin platelets<br />
and curves of the glassy frozen water.<br />
And the climbing was more wearing because it was harder to avoid tenseness.<br />
Even looking sideways at the steepness of the wall tightened the Mouser's groin<br />
with fear. He wondered _what if the wind should blow?_ -- and fought the<br />
impulse to cling flat to the cliff. Yet at the same time sweat began to trickle down<br />
his face and chest, so that he had to throw back his hood and loosen his tunic to<br />
his belly to keep his clothes from sogging.<br />
But there was worse to come. It had looked as though the slope above were<br />
gentling, but now, drawing nearer, they perceived a bulge jutting out a full two<br />
yards some seven yards above them. The under-slope was pocked here and there<br />
-- fine handholds, except that they opened down. The bulge extended as far as<br />
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