Копи царя Соломона
The Last Stand of the Greys
Itwasasplendidthingtoseethosebravebattalionscomeontimeaftertimeoverthebarriersoftheirdead, sometimesliftingcorpsesbeforethemtoreceiveourspear-thrusts,onlytoleavetheirowncorpsestoswelltherisingpiles. Itwasagallantsighttoseethatoldwarrior,Infadoos,ascoolasthoughhewereonparade,shoutingoutorders,taunts,andevenjests,tokeepupthespiritofhisfewremainingmen, andthen,aseachchargerolledon,steppingforwardtowhereverthefightingwasthickest,tobearhisshareinitsrepulse. AndyetmoregallantwasthevisionofSirHenry, whoseostrichplumeshadbeenshornoffbyaspearthrust,sothathislongyellowhairstreamedoutinthebreezebehindhim. Therehestood,thegreatDane,forhewasnothingelse,hishands,hisaxe,andhisarmourallredwithblood,andnonecouldlivebeforehisstroke. TimeaftertimeIsawitsweepingdown,assomegreatwarriorventuredtogivehimbattle, andashestruckheshouted"O-hoy!O-hoy!"likehisBerserkirforefathers, andtheblowwentcrashingthroughshieldandspear,throughhead-dress,hair,andskull,tillatlastnonewouldoftheirownwillcomenearthegreatwhite"umtagati,"thewizard,whokilledandfailednot.
Butsuddenlythereroseacryof"Twala,y’Twala,"andoutofthepresssprangforwardnoneotherthanthegiganticone-eyedkinghimself,alsoarmedwithbattle-axeandshield,andcladinchainarmour.
