Albion: The Enchanted Stallion Page #6

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I can do this without

the Milesians agreeing.

Even if I am who you say I am,

that doesn't mean I have

what it takes to storm

the Milesian fortress.

You will do no such thing.

That's right, I am just a stable girl.

Evie, Eriu and the others

speak of a girl

who is as generous as she is brave,

as clever as she is honest.

It takes a very special person

to achieve that kind of balance.

My father said that to me.

Can I try something?

I just wanted to see

what this would feel like.

Mom, I'm scared.

Hush now

don't be scared

through this time of darkness

it was you.

I remember.

It's an ancient Albion song.

My mother sang it to me

when I was frightened.

Stop it! Stop it!

Well, well.

Which of these Danaan morsels

am I going to eat first, hmm?

My journey proved

quite successful, my lord.

Eremon, for this,

you shall have your own kingdom.

Not as big as mine, of course.

Probably a lot smaller, but even so.

I can feel their energy

pulsing through the roof

as their spirits are reunited together.

Fools!

I shall crush them!

I fear nothing.

Nothing! Not even

the tiny little mice

who come to me at night

with their nasty little sharp claws

trying to touch my...

This is the truth-telling thing, huh?

The scepter of truth, yes.

Right. Mount the treasures!

Not the cauldron!

You want me to starve to death?

Mount them up there on the wall

where I can gaze on them

as their makers are swept aside

like brownie insects.

The Danaan are a peaceful

people, you disgusting toad.

Have you no honor?

I would like her beaten,

please, and then killed.

Of course, my lord.

And when she's quite dead,

beat her again.

We will be merciless, my lord.

I volunteer to be beaten in her place.

- Be quiet, Lir.

- I will not.

Look at this beautiful face.

That's not the face of a man

who deserves to be beaten.

I can't imagine looking at your face.

The least you can do

is have a few good swings

at this masterpiece

that stands before you.

Why waste your time beating this imp?

Do you really think I look like them?

No, I just lied.

It felt exhilarating.

Kill him.

Kill him. Kill. Kill.

How dare you talk about

our General like that?

- Are you mad?

- Yes, I am mad.

Madly in love with

my all powerful master.

I curse the day I was born Danaan.

I used to dream at night

that I was Milesian.

I have to admit, I used to draw

the Milesian symbol on my chest

and pretend I was one of you.

I like the way you look.

I like the way you smell.

I even like the way you eat.

I humble myself before you,

most gracious lord.

Use your great powers to strip

away this Danaan husk

and I'll serve you till the day I die.

I like this one.

Give him a nice new tunic.

He dared to call me merciless.

Now the other two,

throw them in the Dungeon,

a public beating in the morning,

followed by disembowelment.

I want a nice crowd.

And a band.

A brass band.

Let's have some fun, shall we?

Eremon.

Yes, my lord?

Did you dispose

of my little premonition?

Not yet, my lord, but soon.

A little girl can escape

my greatest warrior?

She has not escaped me.

I do not like riddles, Eremon.

We have her friends upon the knife.

She will come to us, my lord.

Oh! So she's a fool.

- Far worse.

- Suicidal?

Worse still.

She's brave, selfless,

with a disastrous faith,

and tonight it shall be her undoing.

So be it.

My lord.

In our darkest hour,

we are truly blessed

to have you as our champion.

The tunnel.

Can you look in on my dad

every once in a while?

Make sure he's not too sad?

There's a secret underground passageway,

the same that Damian and gallgaidheal

used all those years ago.

We're turning.

We only have a few hours left.

If we are to perish here tonight,

I think I must share

my feelings with you openly.

I don't know that even now is...

Hush, my Scarlet beauty.

Though you are not as fair as I.

Just being honest here.

Can we pass this part swiftly?

Of course. Where was I?

"Though you are not as fair as I."

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

Though you're not as fair as...

- You know that part.

- Yeah.

You have always possessed

a singularity that I have found

quite intoxicating.

You're not like any woman that I know.

You do not Fawn after me

or send me gifts

or write me poems describing my...

In short, you make me want to be

different than I am...

So that you might favor me.

You don't have to be different, Lir.

You might want to talk

about 95% less, though.

- I can try.

- Good.

- You guys are so cute.

- Evie! You came!

I am excited, but Eriu was seconds away

- from kissing me.

- Kiss you?

He would like to kiss me.

You were gonna kiss me.

Definitely leaning in...

Okay, guys, let's go.

How did you even get in here?

Passageway.

She got your message.

I'll explain everything later.

We must be quiet, like mice.

Much smaller mice.

Much smaller.

Can we get some help in here?

Hey!

I can't believe I just did that.

Halt!

Where do you think you're going?

The General demanded

we bring this prisoner

to him immediately.

- I'll have to confirm.

- No, don't confirm.

No confirming.

We suggest you don't confirm.

And why exactly would I not?

Well, tell him.

You shouldn't confirm because...

The General doesn't like you.

Ah-ha. I'll have you know

he spared my life just days ago.

Did he? Or did he just

forget to kill you?

He... he just hates me.

I don't know what I did.

Honest.

Well, perhaps he'll feel better

once he's had a bite to eat.

He's gonna eat this one

in a whole mouthful.

Okay, off we go.

Hot soup.

You know what few people realize

is that once you've lived

in the rectum of a whale

for a few weeks,

almost anything else seems interesting.

Look at that slug.

What's he doing?

What's he thinking?

What are his hobbies?

My mother used to call me a little slug.

Oh! That's a cute nickname.

I poisoned her.

I was only 10.

I don't like nicknames either.

Evie.

So, you came.

Eremon was right about you.

Like a moth to a huge flame.

Tell me, little grub, what are you?

Rain water.

How strange.

Your essence is as familiar

to me as my own.

Yet you are an alien,

so I'll ask you again,

what are you, succulent little lamb?

I'm your granddaughter.

That's absurd.

Why do you tell these lies

when you know I could kill you for them?

Because they're not lies.

Your son is my father.

- My son is dead.

- He's not. He's alive.

We've been living in Vermont.

Vermont?

I knew there was a reason

you could hear our thoughts,

little girl.

Seize them.

Have you had your fill of

the deeds of men, little girl?

You were right, actually.

About our tragic race?

About me being disappointed in you.

Hey, Jabba?

What did you call me?

He doesn't like nicknames.

You didn't ask who my mother was.

I don't care what urchin

my son conspired with

to create you,

but I know she was Danaan,

because otherwise your blood

wouldn't feel so muddled.

Yes, but not just any Danaan.

My mother is the Queen.

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