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milliways_bar2008-02-20 04:10 pm
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The wound was closed enough two nights gone that Hektor made his offerings to the Lady Bar and returned to the hunt. Sure enough, they believed the prince when he claimed it only a graze from the boar's tusks. The pig was big enough that the double sacrifice to Artemis (or Bendis, as some of the men from up-country towns named her) and to Apollo left none feeling shorted. Or if they felt so, that thought left their minds when the prizes were given. All in all, the hunt ended well.
Now, though, the weather is vile and the spring storms are just beginning to gather. Soon enough it will be war season again; and for the battles with the Hellespont pirates one must be extra ready. Such men as take to those cliffside forts are welcome nowhere in the civilized lands. Hektor had been at practice in the captured keep's courtyard when the door caught him by surprise, so there is a clinking and creaking of armor as he bows. "Lady," he says to the Bar, "I have no proper offering of gold for now. Will bronze do?"
The arrowheads are very fine, and a pity to give up, but it doesn't do to slight a goddess in her precincts. When the shining blades are absorbed and vanish, watered wine and bread appear in their place. Hektor is too busy by far at extracting himself from his armor, and leaning spear and shield against a convenient table, to notice straightaway.
Now, though, the weather is vile and the spring storms are just beginning to gather. Soon enough it will be war season again; and for the battles with the Hellespont pirates one must be extra ready. Such men as take to those cliffside forts are welcome nowhere in the civilized lands. Hektor had been at practice in the captured keep's courtyard when the door caught him by surprise, so there is a clinking and creaking of armor as he bows. "Lady," he says to the Bar, "I have no proper offering of gold for now. Will bronze do?"
The arrowheads are very fine, and a pity to give up, but it doesn't do to slight a goddess in her precincts. When the shining blades are absorbed and vanish, watered wine and bread appear in their place. Hektor is too busy by far at extracting himself from his armor, and leaning spear and shield against a convenient table, to notice straightaway.