Swords Against Wizardry by Fritz Leiber ...
Swords Against Wizardry by Fritz Leiber ...
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Gwaay possessed that enviable ability to do all things well, with little exertion<br />
and less practice. In a way he was much worse than his brother: for while Hasjarl<br />
slew with tortures and slow pain and an obvious personal satisfaction, he at least<br />
attached some importance to life because he was so meticulous in its taking;<br />
whereas Gwaay smiling gently would slay, without reason, as if jesting. Even the<br />
group of sorcerers which he had gathered about him for protection and<br />
amusement was not safe from his fatal and swift humors.<br />
Some thought that Gwaay was a stranger to fear, but this was not so. He<br />
feared the Lord of Quarmall and he feared his brother; or rather he feared that he<br />
would be slain <strong>by</strong> his brother before he could slay him. Yet so well were his fear<br />
and hatred concealed that he could sit relaxed, not two yards from Hasjarl, and<br />
smile amusedly, enjoying every moment of the evening. Gwaay flattered himself<br />
on his perfect control over all emotion.<br />
The chess game had developed beyond the opening stage, the moves coming<br />
slower, and now Hasjarl rapped down a rook on the seventh rank.<br />
Gwaay observed gently, "Your turreted warrior rushes deep into my territory,<br />
Brother. Rumor has it you've hired a brawny champion out of the north. With<br />
what purpose, I wonder, in our peace-wrapped cavern world? Could he be a sort<br />
of living rook?" He poised, hand unmoving, over one of his knights.<br />
Hasjarl giggled. "And if his purpose is to slash pretty throats, what's that to<br />
you? I know naught of this rook-warrior, but 'tis said -- slaves' chat, no doubt -that<br />
you yourself have had fetched a skilled sworder from Lankhmar. Should I<br />
call him a knight?"<br />
"Aye, two can play at a game," Gwaay remarked with prosy philosophy and<br />
lifting his knight, softly but firmly planted it at his king's sixth.<br />
"I'll not be drawn," Hasjarl snarled. "You shall not win <strong>by</strong> making my mind<br />
wander." And arching his head over the board, he cloaked himself again with his<br />
all-consuming calculations.<br />
In the background slaves moved silently, tending the lamps and replenishing<br />
the founts with oil. Many lamps were needed to light the council room, for it was<br />
low-celled and massively beamed, and the arras-hung walls reflected little of the<br />
yellow rays and the mosaic floor was worn to a dull richness <strong>by</strong> countless<br />
footsteps in the past. From the living rock this room had been carved; longforgotten<br />
hands had set the huge cypress beams and inlaid the floor so cunningly.<br />
Those gay, time-faded tapestries had been hung <strong>by</strong> the slaves of some ancient<br />
Lord of Quarmall, who had pilfered them from a passing caravan, and so with all<br />
the rich adornments. The chessmen and the chairs, the chased lamp sconces and<br />
the oil which fed the wicks, and the slaves which tended them: all was loot. Loot<br />
from generations back when the Lords of Quarmall plundered far and wide and<br />
took their toll from every passing caravan.<br />
High above that warm, luxuriously furnished chamber where Gwaay and<br />
Hasjarl played at chess, the Lord of Quarmall finished the final calculations<br />
which would complete his horoscope. Heavy leather hangings shut out the stars<br />
that had but now twinkled down their benisons and dooms. The only light in that<br />
instrument-filled room was the tiny flare of a single taper. By such scant<br />
illumination did custom bid the final casting be read, and Quarmal strained even<br />
his keen vision to see the Signs and Houses rightly.<br />
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