Post by greybeardabbot on Jul 25, 2006 11:12:36 GMT -5
As Greybeard crosses the compound, he reflects on his speech...
'Curse me for a fool, to let them get me dander up... A half wall with a stout log palisade above is hardly more than a nusance to Grshhnak if he brings war mechines and ladders... and no doubts about that.
But he'll have to cart his own stone, by thunder, for I'll see to it that every loose rock in the march is set into those walls. Set the laity to work.
Make the parson light the fear of God under them... or the fear of Grshhnak if they all be cowards.
What we will need is archers and longbows.... anyone who can pull a string... peper the air with them so that they they drown in a rain of arrow.... Like as not there ain't but 12 arrows in the whole kingdom... My Gott this is a fools errand .
When it comes to defending a hastily build wall... just what are our assets and liabilities?
This is no good...' GB makes an about face. 'Mayhaps I can pull Furey, Nictmar or Zaron off for a sidebar. I own myself an ass for such rashness... I ought to know better after 12 hundred years... Time is a gift of frustrations... to own it in abundance, but be unable to spend it neither prudent nor prodigal!' (wisely or wastefully).
Greybeard catches Brightblade, just as he is exiting the hall. Raising a finger to his lips for silence he motions they should listen for a moment at the door... "Let us hear what we might hear... I'm not much of one for politicing... but a little can be useful; after which perhaps we can sneek back in and squirrel away Zaron or one of the others for confab...."
'Curse me for a fool, to let them get me dander up... A half wall with a stout log palisade above is hardly more than a nusance to Grshhnak if he brings war mechines and ladders... and no doubts about that.
But he'll have to cart his own stone, by thunder, for I'll see to it that every loose rock in the march is set into those walls. Set the laity to work.
Make the parson light the fear of God under them... or the fear of Grshhnak if they all be cowards.
What we will need is archers and longbows.... anyone who can pull a string... peper the air with them so that they they drown in a rain of arrow.... Like as not there ain't but 12 arrows in the whole kingdom... My Gott this is a fools errand .
When it comes to defending a hastily build wall... just what are our assets and liabilities?
This is no good...' GB makes an about face. 'Mayhaps I can pull Furey, Nictmar or Zaron off for a sidebar. I own myself an ass for such rashness... I ought to know better after 12 hundred years... Time is a gift of frustrations... to own it in abundance, but be unable to spend it neither prudent nor prodigal!' (wisely or wastefully).
Greybeard catches Brightblade, just as he is exiting the hall. Raising a finger to his lips for silence he motions they should listen for a moment at the door... "Let us hear what we might hear... I'm not much of one for politicing... but a little can be useful; after which perhaps we can sneek back in and squirrel away Zaron or one of the others for confab...."