This was nothing very strange, except that all men know that none dwell in the venomous Great Salt Marsh, save for giant worms, poison eels, water cobras, pale spindle-legged swamp rats, and the like.īlue lightning glared, revealing with great clarity a hooded figure crouched inside the low doorway. The posts had to be tall, for Causey Road ran high here yet the floor of the hut's low, rounded doorway looked straight at the tall swordsman's head. The tall swordsman turned his head sharply south.Ĭlose by the southern side of the road a rather large, rounded hut stood on five narrow posts. "Ho, Fafhrd!" a deep voice grated above the thunde r's growl and the wind's roar and the rattle of the rain.
The two swordsmen made no comment to each other and did not alter their movements, except to lift their shoulders and faces a little and slant the latter north, as if they welcomed the storm's cleansing and sting and what tiny distraction it brought to some deep agony of mind and heart. It pushed black swampwater a yard up the northern side of the narrow, serpentine, flat-topped ridge that was Causey Road. It bent the green swords of the sea grass flat and lashed into writhing the arms of the thorn and seahawk trees. The stormwind carried the salty tang of the sea commingled with the foul reek of the marsh. It grew almost as dark again as night, except when the lightning stabbed and the thunder shook his great iron shield. But before the sun could glare one scarlet sliver above the horizon, a black storm came racing out of the north over the Inner Sea ― a sea-squall making landfall. Besides, these two looked extremely dangerous.Īhead the sky was bright pink, like the bubbling rim of a great crystal goblet brimmed with effervescent red wine for delight of the gods, while the paler pink glow rising therefrom drove the last stars west. Only madmen and fools willingly leave the grandest city in the world of Nehwon, especially at dawn and afoot. The sleepy guardsmen in browned-iron cuirasses did not question them.
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They were youths by their skin and suppleness, men by their expressions of deep-bitten grief and stony purpose.
Book II of the "Fafhrd and Gray Mouser" seriesĪ tall swordsman and a small one strode out the Marsh Gate of Lankhmar and east along Causey Road.
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