The Last Banquet (Bell Mountain)
“He blundered around and around the fens, not even knowing that he’d crossed and re-crossed the Chariot River. By the grace of God he stumbled upon a deserted cottage, and there he stayed. At least now he had a roof over his head and four walls between himself and the wind—between himself and the unknown, unseen beasts and birds that wailed, roared, shrieked, whistled, and rumbled all day and all night long. At least he hoped they were only beasts and birds, and not devils.
He ate raw eggs when he could find them, raw fish when he could catch them with his hands, the remains of a big cheese that he found in the cottage—but mostly he starved. Every waking moment, he was hungry. Every day he foraged for food around the cottage, never daring to wander out of sight of it. As a city man, ignorant of the wider world, he went hungry where a marsh-man would have found ample food. But Orth knew nothing of trapping, fishing, or digging up edible roots and tubers.
So Hlah, the son of Spider, hurr...ying up the Chariot, found him late one morning—a trembling scarecrow of mud and filth who screamed when he saw Hlah and tried to flee, but slipped in the mud and fell.MoreLess
He ate raw eggs when he could find them, raw fish when he could catch them with his hands, the remains of a big cheese that he found in the cottage—but mostly he starved. Every waking moment, he was hungry. Every day he foraged for food around the cottage, never daring to wander out of sight of it. As a city man, ignorant of the wider world, he went hungry where a marsh-man would have found ample food. But Orth knew nothing of trapping, fishing, or digging up edible roots and tubers.
So Hlah, the son of Spider, hurr...ying up the Chariot, found him late one morning—a trembling scarecrow of mud and filth who screamed when he saw Hlah and tried to flee, but slipped in the mud and fell.MoreLess
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