Chapter 6: Liber Quintus

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Liber Quintus

Gentle souls, spirits of the unheard.
Arise! Rise as the yeast of bread.
Take hold of the life thou art honoured 
To be given & ready thine voice to chant,
In unity the battle cry.
Hark & heed to tie the ox, the mule & goat.
Take hold of the sword & leave the shovel.
Carry the flail & discard of the pitchfork.
Embrace the battle lance & revoke the plow.
Suit yourselves with the armour of great Ajax
& Arm old mars with the lance of war.



 

Away the rode through the shadow of night.
Icarus the royal guard & Lumus the knight,
Lighting their way by the torch held by my lord.
On his left hand marking the sky, he raised his sword.
“Courage my steed, do not fright by that cry.
Thou horse blacker than tar, fuel ignite thy
Heart of coal & let it burn with flame bright!
Master horse reveal to us the meaning of might!”

 

Galloping at full speed they traveled forth,
In the direction of the cries which was north.
Although my author never made mention.
Icarus too rode on a horse (If not ‘tis my invention)
What agonizing screams of suffering,
Which made the devils below freeze in puzzling
Thought; ‘Not we, with our molten blazen stone,
Could make the mortal soul in manner growl & groan.’

Then the moaning abruptly ceased & with that
Natural still silence of the night, a bat
Flattered its thin wings as it flew by.
The two riders feeling uneasy waited for the cry
To relief its painful mowing sorrow.
They motionless prayed for the sun’s rays of morrow.
But no peace was given, for another groan
Filled the air, which froze the blood & cracked the bone.








There was a horse painful neigh in the distance.
A man shouting for its last assistance.
“ Rise you damn beast! You have not come to this
Spot to lie & die, I command thee by Chris…”
But the animal's last attempt could give & no whim
Nor wish, could ever make that horse trot again.
Free was the animal from bond or chain.
The man was furious as he drew his red lash
He flagged & cut its flesh with a slash.
If I could retell the man’s desperation,
His anger, fear, hopelessness & frustration.
I could fill pages telling his suffering.

Alas! My hero & his companion reach
The man in need. He stopped when Lumus didst beseech
To halt the vicious punishment of his horse.
“Stand,” Lumus said, “thou crook! From afar I heard the hoarse
Cries of this animal, away he is freed from pain.
Halt the beating of the dead creature. What is left to gain?
Let this beast be delivered from turmoil & give
Its peace. Now turn the funerary rites & sans regret live.

For thou, friend would do the right thing.”
The man enraged examined Lumus & in a fling,
Addressed Icarus; “You! Red coated border guard!
How dare you allow this ruffian & bord
Approach me & instruct me on how
Must I treat my beast? By the solemn vow
Of loyalty to New Corinth you made.
Strike some sense to your prisoner by hand or blade.”

 

 

 

Icarus commanded his horse to Lumus side,
When about to speak, his ‘friend’ didst chide
His voice. “Did you not hear the captain now?
Shut that lose trap or I’ll cut tine tongue” (Wow!
With such friends, there’s no need for adversaries)
& he raised his hand to strike my liege, but the Aries
Decorated gauntlet which protected
Lumus forearm, struck Icarus hand & afflicted

Him with great pain. In shame, he covered his hand
Away with a rag & his armband.
“Captain, if I may “Spoke Lumus again.
“I am a foreigner but a loyal servant of Spain
& England, for I serve King Carolus Quintus.
Alike my lord Britanae Rex Eduardus Septimus.
Both rulers of these new world alike. I have just
Returned from the province of Xalisco, I trust

My captain knows the territory
Under the rule of the governor of Nova Galicia & the glory
Of the Novis Regnum Mexicanum.
To reach its vast extensions I’ve crossed arcanum
Scorching desserts of the new Philippines.
Bravely I fought against forces unknown,
Where my name has been engraved upon stone.

Now I hold the titles  of Son of Hernando,
Son of Diego, Son of Carolus & Master of Armando”
Lumus then removed his cloak & painted
On his breastplate, there it was, the coat of arms tainted.
Two lions in mid-jump, side by side of the gold
Pine of sinople. The blue background of old
Relics reflects an infinite space. All enclosed
In a shield with seven red crosses imposed.

On the outer golden line. Above them,
Rests facing to the left a Spanish yelm.
Consummated by a copper lance capped
By the cross of Jerusalem in fabric napped,
Imprinted in silver linen constraining the red.
( I have seen thee when sick motionless in bed
I laid. A mirage of some rare apparition
When my body was beyond the aid of any physician.)

The man astounded was by such proclamation,
Forth he fell on the ground & in his frustration,
He hollered an order to Icarus;
“ You! Low-rank guard vow & make the keras
Sing through these darkened woods. Proclaim the calling
On this blessed soil by which his masters
Shoe sole walked to save us from disasters.”

Icarus did as the captain ordered,
Void of understanding he humbly offered
An apology for his trespassing’s
& in the heat of passion, he pledged his everlasting
Services & loyalty. But Lumus
Availed not & ignored the guard. Kudos!
Indeed Lumus did not yield to his ovation
By his will of iron to serve his nation.

Instead, his attention was focused to aid the captain.
Lumus raised him from the ground & acting
As support, the knight discovered a wound,
Piercing deep into his side, ‘twas in blood drowned.
He knew then, the soldier was but steps away
From the gate of death. Nothing could keep it at bay.
In his last breath, the captain whispered
A sorrowful tale & so I shall write his word;

“Vicious & ruthless are they whom themselves
Are seen as beasts more than men. Now our
Shelves & stocks of grain & fruit were robbed. Barren
Art our lands, New Corinth will face famine!
My regiment stood firm when we encountered
Them, but al my man perished. Now accounted
I am for their demise by enduring,
This anguish & torture in life by outpouring

The mourning of this heartache by which I bare.
But oh master Lumus, I implore hear my prayer
Save New Corinth from those brutes, those berserkers.
Those bloodthirsty unstoppable murderers.”
Having concluded his tale, Lumus rested
The soldier against the tree trunk as requested.
Then drawing his sword, he lingered but a moment.
Lumus prescribed the rites to grant his bestowment

Upon the captain; “I Lumus the knight,
Proclaim thee honorary knight of light
Under the service of his majesty,
Edward the seventh, for thy tragedy.
Lay to rest, ‘Magnus Petrus Hispanicus’
Lumus then kissed the knights manus.
Thus the afflicted man found peace in death,
When on that tree, he drew his last breath.

Thereupon the trunk of that pale birch tree,
Became its tombstone where at last he was free.
& Lumus turning his body back to his horse
Ready to ride in haste & take the fastest course
Back to New Corinth. My hero & lord
Is stopped by Icarus kneeling with the sword
Planted on the ground & prays thus; “Wise master,
I as the loyal sheep will follow thee, good pastor.
Award me the title of knight & never
Will I fail thee. On thine left forever
I shalt abide, facing villain & foe alike.
Always at ease but ready to strike.”
Time was the enemy & Lumus was not
At disposal to please a foolish tot.
How happy I am to write, what my knights
Response was which elevated him to sterling heights.

Anon, with the palm of his hand, Lumus slapped
Icarus on his cheek, overthrowing him. Mapped
Was in red ink the shape of a hand.
& said; “Let this be the last hit thou receives, stand
On thine feet! Be a man & ride back!
Rouse the ancient Guelphs to battle, thou dost lack
Merit to receive a title, act as I command thee
& join me on the battleground, then a knight shall ye be.”

Away they departed to opposite pathways.
Seeking the aid of allies of those days.
For now, I will leave Lumus & Icarus tale.
To write the record of an old soldier whose mail,
Describes the bestial force which threatens old peace.
‘Tis an old account from  before Lumus birth, a piece
Of historical value to my cause.
As I attempt to translate how the past was.

“It came to be, at the year of our Lord
That I his humble servant imprint his word.
By the mercy of the Almighty. I was spared
From the massacre which I was left impaired.
I recall, as the men gathered around the fire,
I ran my round to keep watch. Growing weary & tire
A dime light, distant in a lone spot sought strength.

Although I knew not what to think when no more
Than a few yards away from another, then three, then four
At last, the hill was clad with starry lights
Flaming the night with their flare. By God my sights
Force tricked my sentiency in believing
Of the movement I perceived. My eyes wert deceiving
Any overlapping pretense. However, pool fool was I
When my ear heard what I could not see by my eye!

The battle cry of those brutes, those barbarians.
No Vandals, Gauls, Saxons nor Caesarian’s
Enemy tribe, rival that race of warriors.
They pillage & murder the laborious  
Efforts of earth & men. Alas what of our
Arquebus?  Futile is their power.
We opened fire thus, but when a man fell,
Twenty more took his place as if by some rare spell.

Wave after wave, they rammed against the wall.
Battering their shields of pine & stone. A small
Hole they pierced through the wooden frame, which I saw
A brute’s vibrant eye of wisteria hue, oh!
The dread, euphoria, that raising fervor
That made time stop. Nothing more was I but an observer,
When the gate was toppled with great force,
In haste, we formed a barrier of shields. Their cause

Was abruptly blocked & with a lance in hands we
Pushed them back, shoulder to shoulder to shoulder & knee
To knee as we advanced. I then viewed their features clearer.
This race of mighty brutes wert the mirror
Likeness of fallen followers of Lucifer, cast
Recently to the caverns of hell. Now roaming this vast
Earth to purge their sins through land untamed.
Where we happy soldiers have valiantly reclaimed.
Confident in the clear victory our
Abated forces began to weaken their power.
Lo! pardon my lament, for if we knew what
The brutes true madness, we would have pressed forth but
Late, no luxury for regrets nor forlorn.
Believe  when I say how the brutes scorn
Began; They stomped their feet & battered their
Weapons on shields, chanting some prayer.

From the rear appeared a sorcerer,
Carrying in his palms red coals. The conjuror
Then placed them in a stolen helmet with herbs which
produced a black smoke thick & rich.
By a rare motion of secret devices.
The aromas of unknown spices,
Drove them in a mad craze of wild
Brainsickness. They assaulted our breach filed.

Where briefly we held our post as their strength increased.
An hour worth we fought until all were deceased
 But I poor wretch, spared from the carnage by some miracle.
Unnerving dogs! Thou failed! What satirical
Fate, I the sole soldier, condemned to linger an errant
Journey void of destination. Alas! Youth inherent
Shortcomings are approaching. Those brutes will return.
Be thou youth, who fight & the battles favour turn.”

Curiosity outbest me as I endeavour
To explore, write, catalogue & labour
The young knight’s tale. Thus initiative
Births the passion, which feeds a prohibitive
History of such mysterious wild race.
Upsetting it is to know so little of their place,
Their origin or culture. Nothing more
Than a few verses of some forgotten lore;

‘Those brutes of wisteria eyes, whose display
Make men cower as fawn before prey.
Their stature whose might’s worth invoke,
Ten bears rabid with choleric rage,
Released from the captive rusted cage.
Long red beards cover their faces, appearing
As saffron threads & their black hairs covering

Their brown scalps, decorated by some designs
Which run in patterns, circles & lines.’
Of those brutes, I have no more to say.
I pray this mystery to be solved one day.
Lumus was about to reach the citadel
When two soldiers before him dropped & knell.
Pallamon & Arcite urged the knight
To aid them to escort refugees who were in sight.

Farmers & peasants whom everything lost.
Many able men who lacked training crossed
His path with semblance of pity & shame.
Old, young, some in the prime of youth & others sans name.
Such sight made Lumus enraged & shouted; You cowards,
I risked my life for thee fragile flowers.
Once I thought of proud was I in my kin.
I defended thine honour, how wrong had I been.
“Soulless geese fashioned in the likeness of
Men, by thine honour, liberty & love
Of this land. Thine children, liberty & vocation.
Fight & defend what is a true nation.”
Anon, none was moved by his words, ‘til a single
Mortal whose presence before Lumus dwindle,
Stepped forth & stood afore his black horse.
“Friends, I may not be a knight” spoke that Norse

Descendant plump man. “I was a host’s
Proud innkeeper. Where once I cooked delicious roasts.
But lo! Misfortune hast taken a toll.
I was robbed of my life, I hold not even a piece of coal.
I know many of ye often arrived
Weary & sick ‘Come’ I would say & fully revive
Thou would merrily leave. Remember what
Wondrous stews I served? You there, John old cat!

You would gulp the bowl & even eat
The napkin cloth after ye wipe your face in a single seat.
Plym, you chugged that pint against the clock, what feat!
Oh good Bardolph, what grief are your stinking feet!
Such stench lingered the parlor long after you left.
Progost, once when drunk no one could stop thee, ye heft
A barrel full & with mighty strength did thrust
It to the street downhill. I beg to you all, fight we must.

The previous mentioned laughed & seemed proud of
Their feats, happy memories again retold. Yet non-thereof
In the multitude found strength. ‘I see’ said the innkeeper.
‘Fjord, we are weak & fear the grim reaper’
Replied Bardolph. What Fjord responded filled
My heart with passion; ‘Let his bony chilled
Finger touch my chest & I will wrestle
That fiend to hell so I may be aided by the devil’

The people murmured among themselves when
A farmer raised his fist, then five, then ten.
They all were moved by the speech of Fjord, as
Was Lumus whom he shouted; “Then let us
Stand & fight for we all have lost what we loved”
(All except Lumus at this point, my beloved 
Muse shall tell more in due time) ‘Aye, they burned
My farm’ said a man. They murdered my goats & turned

My fields barren” Another followed. “I have no
Grain to make beer with nor grapes to make wine” Lo!
What low blow! “My salted pork they stole!” No more!
“They have hewn down my apple tree I swore
Vengeance if I could not brew my cider”
What horrors thou speak oh good provider,
Nothing stops them! “They even ate my yeast!”
Said a baker weeping on the ground. At least,

Thou wert given another day to fight.
Then good Antonio followed the knight of light.
Thus the people were at Lumus disposal.
Armed, they joined the soldiers where the proposal
To meet Icarus was made, yet none were there.
No Guelph nor Icarus the frightened hare.
My author makes no mention of his place
Nor his actions that night, I know nothing of his case.

Lumus mounted his army on a hilltop
Overseeing the terrain. He ordered the crop
Of farmers, the fresh garrison to reinforce
The tired trenched soldiers & aid the force
Of defense, which could barely hold their stance.
They marched with Fjord as leader armed with a lance.
Some would walk to certain death, unknown yet.
The Styx flowed in war where their souls would get caught.

The immensity of chaos was atrocious.
A swarm of some fifteen hundred ferocious
Brutes had diminished the defense, no more
Than a hundred weary men who stood the gore
Of the previous dusk through the bloody night.
Oh their relief was great when the farmers by torchlight
Entered the line of defense. Indeed, they had orders
From Lumus to remain back & defend the borders.

But in the search of vain glories Fjord broke
The line & enticed others to push forth. Yolk
Headed fool, when he climbed the trench overwhelmed
He was, leaving the left weak & compelled.
In haste, Lumus alongside his riders charged.
Two hundred horsemen with twenty-six arrows discharged.
Two hundred soldiers & Lumus at front against
A thousand barbars or more. Ay, they sensed

The two hundred earthquake trot under their feet.
Thirteen chills they felt as they could not retreat.
& Their entrance was divine for it appeared
That they carried the sun of new dawn upon
Their shoulders. As Helios charioteers drawn
By his magnificent horses with reins of gold.
Lumus attempt with his men was bold,
Indeed their quick act ensured the battle to be won.

Lucius received news & with an experienced fresh
Garrison through the right side making a thresh
Of the barbars remaining force. Thus
The battle was won; New Corinth was saved plus
A new hero was born from the turmoil.
The prophetic knight born on New Corinth soil.
I could conclude my knight’s glorious tale

?But those dead in battle I would fail.
Fjord, Bardolph & Plym. May ye find good rest.
Antonio, John & Progost. All best
In heavenly paradise. To you good
Pallamon & Arcite we barely knew thee. How stood
Thee before Lumus, seek thine reward in Elysian
Fields, where no sorrows will haunt thee of war vision.
& to the rest who bravely fought for security,
For honour, courage. May your spirit dwell in purity.



Liber Quintus Finis.
 


Submitted: September 13, 2018

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