Thursday, July 19, 2007

The Great Boar Hunt (on Planet Lihterb)

(22,497 BC)

Once a year on planet Lihterb, there was a great boar hunt, of the elite and special guests attended. Nirut invited Yahoo and Captain Oefro to join him with them, along with several generals, governors and of course the rich and famous, there were at least a hundred guests.


The Morning

The darkness faded as daylight came up,
the time for the hunt was at hand—.
The cock that crowed, woke the king
at the appointed hour; the clouds were
low, but there was darkness above them!

He walked with a long stride, in the court.
His shield on his back, as if to fight, yet
it was a boar hunt, “Do not follow close,”
he threatened, “let me win the beast!”




The Hunt

But the king dashed forward—time after time, chasing the mad boar, that raced over the mounds, and across the slopes, bogs and meadows—descending into the Sacred Valley of Lihterb. And it bit his back, as it had leaped and attacked, the feet of his horse, and the better of his two hounds stood back, as the horse collapsed, the other ran off.

Admirably he took his bow (with a poisoned diamond tipped arrows), and shot the beast through and through. (The king’s bodyguards were wearied, those bold men who seemed to have lost him, over the, slopes, mounds and meadows. Had they known his danger, they may have had reason to approach sooner.

And then over the hill, they all came with the pack of hounds, of the number that came, he could not count.

The fangs of the great boar had pierced his skin; the wounds were deep and insidious.


Feast of the Beast

These were large and dark looking hounds, shaped like bear heads, ripe for the wild boar kill, the masters of the game; but this boar was different, he was as large as a small horse, with ten-inch fangs: cruel, deadly, an ugly looking thing.

The men urged the king to be taken on back, “The hunt was bold,” he said, “by both beast and hunter—!” (To kill a wild boar with an arrow was unusual, for it was often by sword or spear); for he had thrust his arrow into the neck of the beast, then as it dropped and rolled a tinge, into its heart, deep. And the king cut out the bowels, and gave it to the group to eat, with bread.

The entire group admired the King for his slaying of the boar, ugly and dangerous, as it was, it was his score.

The king made no complaints of his wounds, showed no pain, and all dined that evening, with song and wine, and the blessed-meat, of the beast.

7-18-2007 No: 1910

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