Re: "Tear Down Whitewall"

From: Stewart Stansfield <stu_stansfield_at_...>
Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2004 15:30:40 -0000

Broyan stared in wonder at the rainclad foes before, him thousands upon thousands formed in serried ranks of crimson, bronze and steel. The battlements were assailed by the rhythmic thunder of their ten thousand spear butts thrust into the ground, ten thousand again stamping boots of wouldbe conquerors pounding the earth of the defenders' lands.

"TEAR DOWN WHITEWALL!" CRIES THE GODDESS.

"Well, Sartari," mused Broyan, his lips dry, "You are a musical folk,
can you not match that?" He spoke lightly, but his soft words were weary.

"TEAR DOWN WHITEWALL!" CRY WE ALL.
The weather-beaten features of the soldier beside him, hair caked in dirt, blood and sweat, tensed for a moment, as in contemplation. Finally he turned to the king. "Well, they've got a very good bass section, mind..." he started, and then a proud grin smoothed his features, as he finished "But no top tenors."

Eyes closed, the faint call of a soft humming rose in the air, as the Sartarite found his tune.

"Men of Whitewall, lie ye dreaming..."

Stu.