Moorcock, Michael - Elric 06 by Moorcock Michael

Author:Moorcock, Michael [Moorcock, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-07-15T23:49:01+00:00

The tall, black-faced seer smiled, his white pointed -teem

|faM««"E "I have so few carriages of dial type dial I must only use diem when pressed. I come with news for you—

much news."

120 Michael Moorcock

"I hope it is good, for we have enough bad to last us forever.'*

"It is mixed. Where can we converse in private?"

"My headquarters are in yonder mansion," Eiric pointed at a richly decorated house on the far side of the squaie.

Inside, Eiric poured yellow wine for his guest Kelos the merchant, whose house this was, had not accepted the requisitioning altogether willingly and, partly because of this, Eiric maliciously made free with all Kelos's best Sepiriz took: the goblet and sipped the strong wine.

"Have you succeeded in contacting the White Lords yet, Sepiriz?" Eiric asked.

"We have."

*Thank the gods. Are they willing to give their aid to us?**

"They have always been so willing—but they have not yet made a sufficient breach in the protection that Chaos has set up around the planet However, me fact that I have at last managed to contact them is a better sign than any we've had these past months."

"So—the news is good." Eiric said cheerfully.

"Not altogether. Jagreen Lem's fleet has set sail again—

and they bead towards the eastern continent, with thousands of ships—and supernatural allies, too."

"It was only what I expected, Sepiriz. My work's done here, anyway, ni ride for me Isle of the Purple Towns at once, for I must lead the fleet against Jagreen Lern."

"Your chances of winning will be all but non-existent. Elric." Sepiriz wanied him gravely. "Have you heard of the ShysofHeUr"

"I've heard of them—do they not sail the depths of the

•ea, taking on board dead mariners as crews?**

"They do—they're things of Chaos and far larger man even the largest mortal warship. You'd never withstand teem, even if you did not have the theocrafs fleet to fight as well."

*Tm aware me fight wfll be hard, Sepiriz—but what else can we do? I have a weapon against Chaoa in my blade here.-

"Not enough, mat bodkin—you still have no protection against Chaos. That is what I have to tell you about—a personal armament for yourself to help you in your struggle, though you'll have to win it from its present possessor."

*Wbo possesses it?"

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**A giant who broods in eternal misery in a great castle on me edge of the world, beyond me Sighing Desert. His name is Mordaga who was once a god but is now made mortal for

•ins he committed against his fellow gods long ages ago."

"Mortal? Yet he has lived so long?"

"Aye. Mordaga is mortal—though his life-span is considerably longer than an ordinary man's. He is obsessed with the knowledge mat he must one day die. This is what saddens him."

"And the weapon?"

"Not a weapon exactly—but a shield. A shield with a purpose—one that Mordaga had made for himself when he raised a rebellion in the domain of the gods and sought to make himself greatest of the gods and even wrest the Eternal Balance from the One

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