Halstern’s death left the Draumet forces leaderless, and they began to collapse. Many of them fled, but the soldiers of the royal household gathered around Halstern’s body and fought to the end. The Hereninn began to pursue the fleeing troops, and except for a rearguard action at a site known as the "Malfisse", the battle was over. Exactly what happened at the Malfisse, or "Evil Ditch", and where it took place, is unclear. It occurred at a small fortification or set of trenches where some Draumetmen rallied and seriously wounded Eustace of Boustera before being defeated by the Hereninn.
Halstern’s defeat was probably due to several circumstances. One was the need to defend against two almost simultaneous invasions. The fact that Halstern had dismissed his forces in southern Draumet on 8 September also contributed to the defeat. Many historians fault Halstern for hurrying south and not gathering more forces before confronting Segwaren at Kaihon, although it is no
The room was bright. The king sat in his high chair. Under his feet a stool was placed, near the stool, two large wolfhounds slept. One of them moved its head, looked around, and continued to sleep. The king moved in his chair, placed the cape on his other shoulder. He had a pretty face; he wasn’t older than forty. There was something charismatic about him, something sensational about him. His gaze wandered from one part of the room, to the other. From the profile, he looked like his father, the late King Zir. The whole room was silent. The king’s advisor entered, knelt in front of the king, and whispered something to him. The king’s mood changed: “I hear that you come from the east, is that true?” “Yes,” I moved my left leg, “Your Majesty.” “How much, east are we are talking?” “Over the Dragon Mountains, Your Majesty.” “Enough, with the formality, we are talking man to man.” “Alright, Your Gr…” “That court ladyis the mos
The path, which led to the boar, was steep and uneven. It was a problem, for mea normal human, let alone a huge boar. Inch by inch, Imoved forward. It was slow progress. Imoved bit by bit, hopping that will be a wider part somewhere. At this rate, it will take me at least two days find the boar. It is too slow, Ithought. It’s slow as gil snail.I’ll never kill that boar. Myeyes looked; Isaw a small cave opening not far away. There must be a faster way. Ihurried to the opening. The opening was near. Suddenly, somewhere above me a boulder loosened. There was no way back, only forward. Irushed. The boulders fell one by one, destroying with them pieces of the path. A few steps divided mefrom the opening. I was so close. One jump is all I need, only one. Will Imake it? Ijumped, without a moment of hesitation. Ilanded in front of the opening, entered withou
The success of the sortie was already assured; therefore he did not try to go in very great silence. He passed a few tents buried in darkness; no one woke, no one inquired, “Who is there?” Silence, everything around was quiet. Someone appeared from the darkness. The soldiers of Clear Hill heard the squeak of his daring steps and the beating of their own hearts. He reached the lighted tent, raised the curtain and entered, halted at the entrance with pistol in hand and sabre down on its strap. He halted because the light dazzled him somewhat, for on the camp-table stood, a candlestick with six arms, in which bright lights were burning. At the table, three officers were sitting, bent over plans. One of them, sitting in the middle, was poring over these plans so intently that his long hair lay on the white paper. Seeing someone enter, he raised his head, and asked in a calm voice, -- “Who is there?” “A soldier,” answered Kmert. That moment
“It is going yet! Higher, higher!” cried the soldiers. “It will vanish from the eye!” In fact the fog hanging on the cliff began to rise toward the sky in the form of an immense pillar of smoke; the church planted, as it were, on the summit of that pillar, seemed to rise higher each instant; at the same time when it was far up, as high as the clouds themselves, it was veiled more and more with vapor; you would have said that it was melting, liquefying; it became more indistinct, and at last vanished altogether. Miltar turned to the officers, and in his eyes were depicted astonishment and a superstitious dread. “I acknowledge, gentlemen,” said he, “that I have never seen such a thing in my life, altogether opposed to nature: it must be the enchantment of papists.” “I have heard,” said Sadov, “soldiers crying out, 'How can you fire at such a fortress?' In truth I know not how.” “But what is there now?” cried the Prince of Haranna. “Is that churc
There was in Jmud a powerful family, the Billevis, descended from Mendog, connected with many, and respected, beyond all, in the district of Eossyeni. The Billevis had never risen to great offices, the highest they had filled were provincial; but in war they had rendered the country unsurpassed services, for which they were richly rewarded at various times. Their native nest, existing to this day, was called Billevis; but they possessed many other estates, both in the neighborhood of Rossyeni and farther on toward Krakin, near Lauda, Shoi, Nyevyaja, and beyond Ponyevyej. In later times they branched out into a number of houses, the members of which lost sight of one another. They all assembled only when there was a census at Eossyeni of the general militia of Jmud on the plain of the invited Estates. They met also in part under the banners of the Lustirian cavalry and at provincial diets ; and because they were wealthy and influential, even the Eadzivills, all powerful in Lust
The New Year 165 came. January -was frosty, but dry; a stern winter covered sacred Jmud with a white coat three feet thick, the forests were bending and breaking under a wealth of snow bunches, snow dazzled the eyes during days of sunshine, and in the night by the moon there glittered as it were sparks vanishing on a surface stiffened by frost; wild beasts approached the dwellings of men, and the poor gray birds hammered with their beaks the windows covered with hoar frost and snow-flowers. On a certain evening Lady Oksana was sitting in the servants' hall with her work-maidens. It was an old custom of the Billevis, when there were no guests, to spend evenings with the servants singing hymns and edifying simple minds by their example. In this wise did Lady Oksana; and the more easily since among her house-maidens were some really noble, very poor orphans. These performed every kind of work, even the rudest, and were servants for ladies; in return they were trained in good manners, a
Lady Oksana rose also. Her heart beat like a hammer; a flush came forth on her face, and then pallor; but she turned from the chimney, lest her emotion might be seen. Then in the door appeared a certain lofty figure in a fur mantle and fur-bound cap. A young man advanced to the middle of the room, and seeing that he was in the servants' hall, inquired in a resonant voice, without removing his cap, “Hey! But where is your mistress?” “I am the mistress,” said Lady Billevis, in tones sufficiently clear. Hearing this, the newly arrived removed his cap; cast it on the floor, and inclining said, “I am Alexander Jargan.” The eyes of Sirna Oksana rested with lightning-like swiftness on the face of Jargan, and then dropped again to the floor; still during that time the lady was able to see the tuft long, dark as wheat, an embrowned complexion, blue eyes, looking quickly to the front, dark mustache, a face youthful, eagle-like, but joyous and gallant. He rested
Oksana looked at him with sidelong glance, glad that he was eating and drinking. When he had appeased his first hunger, she began again to inquire, “Then you are not direct from Orsha?” “Scarcely do I know whence I come, —here today, tomorrow, in another place. I prowled near the enemy as a wolf around sheep, and what was possible to seize I seized.” “And how had you daring to meet such a power, before which the grand hetman himself had to yield?” “How had I daring? I am ready for all things; such is the nature within me.” “That is what my grandfather said. Great luck that you were not killed!” “Aye, they covered me with cap and with hand as a bird is covered on the nest; but I, whom they covered, sprang out and bit them in another place. I made it so bitter for them that there is a price on my head— A splendid half-goose!” “In the name of the Father and the Son!” cried Oksana, with unfeigned wonder, gazing with homage on that young ma