An Amad Folktale

From: madamx_at_mikka.net.au
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 19:23:13 +1000


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The Hob of High Spring
Our hob came with us when the stead fled the Princeros & has always been well treated. The hearth swept of an evening & clear water set out of a night with a dish of cream thrice a week. And right glad we were that he kept with us.
First dark season after the stead moved to HS, before we had even half the warriors we do now, the Darkmen decided to raid us. It warn=B9t to be a big raid, cut some throats, grab a kid or two & bolt. To this end they un=B9s snuck up to the stead in the dark. They foul magics blinded & deafened our guard sp=B9rits so none in the stead knew they comes. The sentries were kille= d
soft & the monsters moved on the hall. (yes there were only one hall then.) The door was too stout for smashing in & the walls too thick. So the greatest of the monsters started slowly, softly to gnaw on the door. The sounds were too slight to disturb the household, exhausted as they were fro= m
tending a half made stead in the snow. But someone was awake. The Uz gnawed & a coal flared. The Uz bit & a twig blazed. The Uz chewed & a log flamed. = A
great arm snaked through the hole at the base of the door & felt for the ba= r
pins. And a hideous shreik let out startling the carls from their sleep, bringing bodies to their feet, sword in hand. Braggi severed the searching arm & the stead went forth with light spells & lightning, with sword & spea= r
& sling & bow to drive back the dark. The darkmen were not prepared for such ready resistance & fell back swiftly leaving few of their number on th= e
field.
Orlkal, then thane, thought to reward the one who raised the alarm but none would own to doing so. It were then that the porridge pot got found, in a hundred pieces all with meal burnt to the inside. The hob had heated it red hot til the steam screamed as it burst from the cracks. So on the first windsday of dark season the hob gets beer & sticlepick as well as his cream= - -

Darvall.
Madamx_at_mikka.net.au
>From quiet homes & first beginnings,

Out to the undiscovered ends,
There's nothing worth the wear of winning, But laughter & the love of friends. Hilaire Belloc

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<B>The Hob of High Spring<BR>
</B>Our hob came with us when the stead fled the Princeros & has always bee=
n well treated. The hearth swept of an evening & clear water set out of a ni= ght with a dish of cream thrice a week. And right glad we were that he kept = with us.<BR>
First dark season after the stead moved to HS, before we had even half the = warriors we do now, the Darkmen decided to raid us. It warn=B9t to be a big ra= id, cut some throats, grab a kid or two & bolt. To this end they un=B9s snuck = up to the stead in the dark. They foul magics blinded & deafened our guard s= p=B9rits so none in the stead knew they comes. The sentries were killed soft &=
 the monsters moved on the hall. (yes there were only one hall then.) The do=
or was too stout for smashing in & the walls too thick. So the greatest of t=
he monsters started slowly, softly to gnaw on the door. The sounds were too =
slight to disturb the household, exhausted as they were from tending a half =
made stead in the snow. But someone was awake. The Uz gnawed & a coal flared=
- - The Uz bit & a twig blazed. The Uz chewed & a log flamed. A great arm snak=
ed through the hole at the base of the door & felt for the bar pins. And a h=
ideous shreik let out startling the carls from their sleep, bringing bodies =
to their feet, sword in hand. Braggi severed the searching arm & the stead w=
ent forth with light spells & lightning, with sword & spear & sling & bow  t=
o drive back the dark. The darkmen were not prepared for such ready resistan=
ce & fell back swiftly leaving few of their number on the field. <BR> Orlkal, then thane, thought to reward the one who raised the alarm but none=
 would own to doing so. It were then that the porridge pot got found, in a h=
undred pieces all with meal burnt to the inside. The hob had heated it red h=
ot til the steam screamed as it burst from the cracks. So on the first winds=
day of dark season the hob gets beer & sticlepick as well as his cream. <BR> <BR>
Darvall. <BR>
Madamx_at_mikka.net.au<BR>
>From quiet homes & first beginnings,<BR>
Out to the undiscovered ends,<BR>
There's nothing worth the wear of winning,<BR> But laughter & the love of friends. Hilaire Belloc<BR> </BODY>
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