Son of the Wolf by Moorcock Michael

Author:Moorcock, Michael
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780575106451
Publisher: Orion
Published: 2013-03-28T04:00:00+00:00

He dreamed. This time he led an army against a powerful enemy. All the beasts of Granbretan were massed against him, but in his mirrored helm he rallied his troops to attack. And he was Corum – alien Corum of the Vadhagh – riding against the foul Fhoi Myore, the Cold Folk from limbo…And he was Erekosë – poor Erekosë – leading the Eldren to victory over his own human people… and he was Urlik Skarsol, Prince of the Southern Ice, crying out in despair at his fate, which was to bear the Black Sword, to defend or to destroy the Cosmic Balance. Oh, where was Tanelorn, sweet Tanelorn? Had he not been there at least once? Did he not recall a sense of absolute peace of mind, of wholeness of spirit, of the happiness which only those who have suffered profoundly may feel?

‘Too long have I borne my burden – too long have I paid the price of Erekosë’s great crime…’ It was his voice which spoke, but it was not his lips which formed the words – they were other lips, unhuman lips…‘I must have rest; I must have rest…’

And now there came a face, a face of ineffable evil, but it was not a confident face – a dark face. Was it desperate? Was it his face? Was this his face, too?

Ah, I suffer!

This way and that, the familiar armies marched. Familiar swords rose and fell. Familiar faces screamed and perished, and blood flowed from body after body – a familiar flowing…

Tanelorn? Have I not earned the peace of Tanelorn?

Not yet, Champion. Not yet…

It is unjust that I alone should suffer so!

You do not suffer alone. Mankind suffers with you.

It is unjust!

Then make justice!

I cannot. I am only a man.

You are the Champion. You are the Eternal Champion.

I am only a human being. A man. A woman…

You are only the Champion.

I am Elric! I am Urlik! I am Erekosë! I am Corum! I am Hawkmoon! I am too many. I am too many!

You are one.

And now, in his dreams (if dreams they were), he felt for a brief instant a sense of peace, an understanding too profound for words. He was one.

And then it was gone, and he was many again. And he yelled in his bed, and he begged for peace.

And it seemed his voice echoed through the entire city, and all Mirenburg heard his sadness and mourned with him.

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