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The Starfollowers of Coramonde
by Brian Daley
PART I Protocols of the Sword
Prologue
Chapter One
What are MacDonald’s antecedents, after all? Dropout, drifter, product of popular-culture eclecticism. His sole sustained adult endeavor revolved around a war that estranged him from his society. An absurd background for a young man caught up in meta-events!
Chapter Two
Thou shall not swear falsely, but fulfill thy oaths.
Chapter Three
So much the rather thou celestial light Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Chapter Four
Thou’rt slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men.
Chapter Five
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state …
PART II: Jeopardies of a Two-Bard Commission.
Chapter Six
I struck the board, and cried “No more; I will abroad!”
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
What has there been, to this Man’s life of yours, but war upon Woman?
Chapter Nine
I am nearer home today. Than I have ever been before …
Chapter Ten
Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking …
Chapter Eleven
A book may be as great a thing as a battle.
Chapter Twelve
Although it fall and die that night— It was the plant and flower of light …
Chapter Thirteen
Bright star! would I were as steadfast as thou art!
PART III Children of the Wind-Roads.
Chapter Fourteen
But pleasures are like poppies spread— You seize the flower, its bloom is shed …
Chapter Fifteen
Who thinks to wrest the sea from us Or rule us with the sword? We grappled Occhlon vessels nigh, And gave our brief, complete reply, “Pikes, cutlasses, and board!”
Chapter Sixteen
Many waves cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
Chapter Seventeen
And seas, and rocks, and skies rebound, To arms, to arms, to arms!
Chapter Eighteen
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul …
Chapter Nineteen
For all, that here on earth we dreadful hold, Be but bugs to fearen babes withal, Compared to the creatures in the sea’s enthrall …
Chapter Twenty
Hie, Acre-Fin! Foam-canyon carver! May skewed courses spare me thy dreaded acquaintance!
Chapter Twenty-one
My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger …
Chapter Twenty-two
But yet I know, where’er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
PART IV Proprieties of the Apocalypse
Chapter Twenty-three
And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Chapter Twenty-four
The virtue of adversity is fortitude.
Chapter Twenty-five
Who asks whether the enemy were defeated by strategy or valor?
Chapter Twenty-six
In desperate matters the boldest counsels are the safest.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Let the gods avenge themselves.
Chapter Twenty-eight
All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun, at noon …
Chapter Twenty-nine
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
PART V Symmetries of the Firmament.
Chapter Thirty
Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate And the Warder is Despair
Chapter Thirty-one
When half-gods go, The gods arrive.
Chapter Thirty-two
I have seen them gentle, tame and meek, That now are wild, and do not remember That some time they put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand.
Chapter Thirty-three
All theory is against free will; all experience for it.
Chapter Thirty-four
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things.
Chapter Thirty-five
For better than never is late …
Chapter Thirty-six
The desire of rising hath swallowed up his fear of a fall.
Chapter Thirty-seven
Yet is every man his greatest enemy and, as it were, his own executioner.
Chapter Thirty-eight
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.
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