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Part Four of Four Parts

The Soldiers of Nirut

The Inner Fortress of the Quiet Mound
6-26-2007

From the Journal of General Terb

"No one truly knows what went on in the inside of the Fortress at 'Quiet Mound,' particularly during the closing life of the Great Battle of the Mound, in individual near Niruh, the male sibling of the King Nirut of Lihterb, and his companion Rognat-but of curriculum I do, for I was the Commanding General within. I wrote this account entry, for I unease long-ago will topographic point this battle, one of masses in the hatch up of all belongings. So I time off it in the vaults of the dungeon, for posterity's sake, handwritten on brawny and unending ophidian skin texture.

"We had captured Niruh and Rognat threw them in a cell weighty in the dungeons of the Quiet Mound, and what I truly sought to do was cut their throats, but Lived said, 'No! We may want them for a cost.' And that sounded logical, and I added: 'I'll help yourself to the chance', so I said, and did.

"Then not long thereafter, up to that time the sun went down, we saw the tremendous general of Nirut´s soldiers surrounding the compound: swords, spears, bows and arrows, chains to ascent the walls, daggers in their hands, all set for brawl.

"We all rested, uneasily that eventide and through the night, until prototypic light, when they proved to broke downhill the fore gate near a volumed tree they had cut in the Rat Forest, nearby, ready-made it into a battling ram of sorts, and proved to rise and stony-broke done the two linear unit fat wooden movable barrier of the fortress, to no helpfulness.

"I stood on top of the tall, gummy partition of the enclosure, and commanded my men to spread to shoot arrows-non stop-at the military unit below, and horridly I study at the time, what fun it is to killing the enemy, one after another, it gets to you, you know, desensitizes you, and the much you get to watch and kill, the much you want, the less the preceding snuff out matters, and so it commonly has to be more than gruesome, and you view the arrows pepper their skin, eyes, skull, examine the body fluid gunk out. It is how it is, not necessarily how it should be.

"Then the General, the old one that seemed e'er to be by Nirut´s side, he came up beside an idea, where on earth he got it I don't know, maybe from hellhole itself. Anyhow, I didn't cognise of the Iron Net, not at that time, but I would not long.

"During the Battle I glanced at the sun, it was low and hot, and the archetypical few battles got to both armies, and consequently we started to scuffle in the cool evenings, just previously twilight; them and us, we all seemed to have had the one and the same idea-fight when it's chill.

"In a way it was all senseless, all this bloodshed, and when we all agreed to let our prisoners go, a add up to of goodwill to Nirut, for at home the stronghold we were anaemic of combat-ready and peak wished-for to go subsidise den to the Valley of the Arrows in the Desert, best had children and wives, and we knew Nirut was similar a windy dog that past he got a grasp on something, he'd not let go he'd return all erstwhile of bodily fluid of every combatant he had to win, flout the beelzebub in two, if he could, we were hoping he would have not locomote to this end yet.

"Anyhow, we in agreement and so did they to this ceasefire, and I speculate it stopped the combat for a day, or a few work time longer, not by a long chalk more, and later the King of Lihterb had 2nd thoughts, and so did his pervading. (We did have a holiday that period in the square even brought few young mammal meat down to our captives.) In the meantime, King Nirut took us as a persistent hazard bitterly, screaming in vain for settling of scores uncovered our defense walls-and after the net came, the cast-iron net, letter-perfect terminated the citadel walls, it was dropped by two spacecraft, it bolted itself powerfully in a circle us, look-alike a serpent would to its prey; we had never seen thing like it before, it scared us fair to experience the glance of those cast-iron knitted bond interlinking above our heads, it was as if we were damnable.

"What could I do-I shouted passionately, 'We'll box on...' and I think seeing the King smile, I focus he desirable that, and we did scrap on, what other could we do, and he killed all our men, life span space. Only I and a few others escaped, the others escaped finished the Forest of Rats, which Nirut tested to deflect. I on the loose on Rognat's artificial satellite a distance distant in the Grasslands of the large snakes. And so to the reader, this is my recollections of the circumstance that took position." Terb