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The Doomfarers of Coramonde
by Brian Daley
PART IOf Deaths, Of Departure
Chapter One
Man is soul and body, formed for deeds of high resolve.
Chapter Two
This before all else: be armed.
Chapter Three
They all hold swords, being expert in war; every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
Chapter Four
The secret of happiness is freedom, and the secret of freedom is courage.
Chapter Five
So many gay swordes, so many altered wordes, and so few covered boardes, saw I never So many empty purses, so few good horses, and so many curses, saw I never.
Chapter Six
On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
PART TWOAPC
Chapter Seven
We will ride ’em, we’ll collide ’em, And we’d drive ’em straight through hell. We’re the Chosen Few who ride the APC’s.
Chapter Eight
The soldiers are the cleverest, their wisdom they display there, They know that miracles like this don’t happen every day there.
Chapter Nine
What is now proved was once only imagin’d.
Chapter Ten
War is delightful to those who have no experience in it.
Chapter Eleven
The civilized man is a more experienced and wiser savage.
Chapter Twelve
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West.
Chapter Thirteen
If you wish to know what a man is, place him in authority.
PART IIIFreegate, Beyond, and Elsewhere
Chapter Fourteen
I wish all men to be free, As much from mobs as men— From you as me.
Chapter Fifteen
With a host of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air, Into the wilderness I wander.
Chapter Sixteen
By a knight of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to tourney, Ten leagues beyond the wide world’s end. Methinks it is no journey!
Chapter Seventeen
One can stand still in a flowing stream, but not in the world of men.
Chapter Eighteen
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
PART IVOn Home Ground
Chapter Nineteen
Let the soldier yield to the civilian.
Chapter Twenty
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams the untravelled world.
Chapter Twenty-one
Bring down thunder to the land, Wrap the lightning in my hand, Muster, angry, eager madmen at my back; Have us revel in the din As the foeman rushes in; Joyous slaughter, laughing havoc, glad attack.
Help me sever limb and life; Feed my swordarm, send me strife; That I pay in full my death-demanding debt. And when friend and foe lie slain And I’ve worked my brother’s bane, Though I don’t deserve it, gods! Let me forget!
Chapter Twenty-two
He hath brought me into the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Chapter Twenty-three
Necessity knows no law except to conquer.
Chapter Twenty-four
A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.
Chapter Twenty-five
It’s none of your nobility impelled me on my way. It’s guilt and hate, and love and fear; these roused me forth each day. Nor had I any righteousness, no heaven-sent commission; A man’s the sum of circumstance, of training, times, position. The greatest burdens I have known, and conscience can’t ignore— I’ve bolstered men unto their deaths, I’ve led them into war; And am sustained by just one thought: I heard and did respond And taint myself to drive the shadows out from Coramonde.
Chapter Twenty-six
All warfare is based on deception.
Chapter Twenty-seven
We will either find a way … or make one.
Chapter Twenty-eight
And I saw askant the armies, I saw as in noiseless dreams hundreds of battle-flags borne through the smoke of the battles and pierced with missiles, I saw them.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Defense is the stronger form with the negative object, and attack the weaker form with the positive object.
Chapter Thirty
Victory is a thing of the will.
Chapter Thirty-one
And all should cry Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
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