Golden Box Book Publishing GBBP Magazine, July, 2017 | Page 12

“King Jarl threw his cloak on
the floor. He stood up and all
sound ceased. None would
dare to move.
“It is time, time to fight, our
enemies. Teirtu has seen the
now and the future. The
Maxilla do not want trade,
they want land, our land. The
treaty of the borderland is
over. It has always been ours
and I want it back. We will
surprise them and attack first.
Are the omens favourable,
mage?” Shuffling forward, his
eyes downcast, the mage cast
the six bones. Two fell like a
cross, one over the other.
Three lay touching each other,
whilst the last lay some distance away.
“Tell me what you see?” The king asked.
“Three touching – the king will lead, I will follow with our army
behind me.”
“Two joining – the fate of two nations will soon be decided.”
“And the single one, tell me now!”
“None will help the Maxilla, my king, they are alone.”
“Yeesss! Yeesss!”
Warriors and common folk alike held their hands over their ears.
Deafened by the screaming of a mad-man some ran away, trying
to escape the incessant noise. Oblivious to everything the
Tormented King shrieked and screamed. Throwing platters and
goblets at the walls increased his pleasure as he ran from the hall.
Slowly the men moved, drinking ale to steady frayed nerves. All
had one thought in mind. They were going to war with a mad king
yet would any warrior of Marathi live to tell the tale.”
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