[Grapevine-devel] you earn a king's sword, Who

[Mushett <ch...@gk...>]

P against the sky, Saying, "God hath broken the evil spear Ere the good
man's blood was dry." "Spears at the charge!" yelled Mark amain. "Death
on the gods of death! Over the thrones of doom and blood Goeth God that
is a craftsman good, And gold and iron, earth and wood, Loveth and
laboureth. "The fruits leap up in all your farms, The lamps in each
abode; God of all good things done on earth, All wheels or webs of any
worth, The God that makes the roof, Gurth, The God that makes the road.
"The God that heweth kings in oak Writeth songs on vellum, God of gold
and flaming glass, Confregit potentias Acrcuum, scutum, Gorlias, Gladium
et bellum." Steel and lightning broke about him, Battle-bays and palm,
All the sea-kings swayed among Woods of the Wessex arms upflung, The
trumpet of the Roman tongue, The thunder of the psalm. And midmost of
that rolling field Ran Ogier ragingly, Lashing at Mark, who turned his
blow, And brake the helm about his brow, And broke him to his knee. Then
Ogier heaved over his head His huge round shield of proof; But Mark set
one foot on the shield, One on some sundered rock upheeled, And towered
above the tossing field, A statue on a roof. Dealing far blows about the
fight, Like thunder-bolts a-roam, Like birds about the battle-field,
While Ogier writhed under his shield Like a tortoise in his dome. But
hate in the buried Ogier Was strong as pain in hell, With bare brute
hand from the inside He burst the shield of brass and hide, And a
death-stroke to the Roman's side Sent suddenly and well. Then the great
statue on the shield Looked his last look around With level and imperial
eye; And Mark, the man fro