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The runesword swung. Heads and limbs were chopped away. Blood gouted. Souls were taken. The Kelmain’s dead faces bore expressions showing that before the life was drawn from them they had known the truth of their appalling fate.

And Stormbringer drank again, for Stormbringer was a thirsty hellsword.

And Elric felt his deficient veins swell with even more energy than that which he had taken earlier from Theleb K’aarna’s demon.

The hall shook with Elric’s insane mirth and he strode over the piled corpses and he went through the open gateway to where the great host waited.

And he shouted a name:

“Theleb K’aarna, Theleb K’aarna!”

Moonglum ran after him, calling for him to stop, but Elric did not heed him. Elric strode on through the snow, his sword dripping a red trail behind him.

Under a cold sun, the Kelmain were riding for the castle called Kaneloon and Elric went to meet them.

At their head, on slender horses, rode the dark-faced sorcerer of Pan Tang, dressed in flowing robes, and beside him was the prince of the Kelmain Host, Prince Umbda, in proud armour, bizarre plumes nodding on his helm, a triumphant smile on his strange, angular features.

Behind, the host dragged oddly fashioned war-gear which, for all its oddness, looked powerful—mightier than anything Lormyr could rally when the huge army fell upon her.

As the lone figure appeared and began to walk away from the walls of Castle Kaneloon, Theleb K’aarna raised his hand and stopped the host’s advance, reining in his own horse and laughing.

“Why, it is the jackal of Melniboné, by all the Gods of Chaos! He acknowledges his master at last and comes to deliver himself up to me!”

Elric came closer and Theleb K’aarna laughed on. “Here, Elric—kneel before me!”

Elric did not pause, seemed not to hear the Pan Tangian’s words.

Prince Umbda’s eyes were troubled and he said something in a strange tongue. Theleb K’aarna sniffed and replied in the same language.

And still the albino marched through the snow towards the huge host.

“By Chardros, Elric, stop!” cried Theleb K’aarna, his horse shifting nervously beneath him. “If you have come to bargain you are a fool. Kaneloon and her mistress must fall before Lormyr is ours—and Lormyr shall be ours, there’s no doubting that!”

Then Elric did stop and he brought up his eyes to burn into those of the sorcerer and there was a still, cold smile upon his pale lips.

Theleb K’aarna tried to meet Elric’s gaze but could not. His voice trembled when he next spoke.

“You cannot defeat the whole Kelmain Host!”

“I have no wish to, conjuror. Your life is all I desire.”

The sorcerer’s face twitched. “Well, you shall not have it! Hai, men of the Kelmain, take him!”

He wheeled his horse and rode into the protective ranks of his warriors, calling out his orders in their own tongue.

From the castle another figure burst, rushing to join Elric.

It was Moonglum of Elwher, a sword in either hand.

Elric half-turned.

“Elric! We’ll die together!”

“Stay back, Moonglum!”

Moonglum hesitated.

“Stay back, if you love me!”

Moonglum reluctantly retreated to the castle.

The Kelmain horsemen swept in, broad-bladed straight swords raised, instantly surrounding the albino.

They threatened him, hoping that he would lay down his sword and let himself be captured. But Elric smiled.

Stormbringer began to sing. Elric grasped the sword in both hands, bent his elbows then suddenly held the blade straight out before him.

He began to whirl like a Tarkeshite dancer, round and round, and it was as if the sword dragged him faster and faster while it gouged and gashed and decapitated the Kelmain horsemen.

For a moment they fell back, leaving their dead comrades heaped about the albino, but Prince Umbda, after a hurried conference with Theleb K’aarna, urged them upon Elric again.

And Elric swung his blade once more, but not so many of the Kelmain perished this time.

Armoured body fell against armoured body, blood mingled with brother’s blood, horses dragged corpses away with them across the