The Ulangar: Book II, Part 1

This is the start of Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.
You'll notice that in this part, the language becomes a bit more "artistic",
meaning that there are many places that may look like typos or misspellings,
but were intentionally done that way.

Argument: This is the Book of Farfein, concerning the inner changing of Lamaraz from those which would turn into his true religion, Necoism.

Steady Lamaraz stopped the Tale here

pausing in memory of the beautiful blade

He conjured a glass of wine

and from this goblet he sipped the sweet nectar

to quench his uncompromising thirst

The prisoner along with others who were joining

asked for him to continue the story

and with glares at the forming crowd Lamaraz

satisfied their request

``For unknown nights he dreamt

in realms of Stars and Gods and moonlit Seas

filled with blessings from Shai-Nefer-Tmu

and he awoke rejuvenated and vitalated

limbs stiff and yellow ocsnot and brown lusk

From his spot at the charred remnants

he noticed the buds of trees and plants

sprouting from the driéd mud

and as his eyes scanned this beginning

he saw the lake and altar

purified by means unbeknownst to him

So he quenched his nagging thirst

with Ahto's gift pure of venom and of yarn

for the first time since the escape from the mountain caves

Lamaraz then lifted the weapon in his hands to the sky

and spoke to this son with such words `You

have a great life before thee my son

great journeys great battles great slaying

Honor and terror will be heaped upon thy name

but I must grant thee a name which reflects

thy edge thy brilliance thy potential

and the name shall be Daklov the impaler

and all Universe shall remember for eternity

and forever tremble at the utterance of thy name'

The pulsating blue of the fine blade quickened

and in the same way glowed with renewed brilliance

brighter than the Star at midnoon on a cloudless day

and Lamaraz felt this tremendous power through the hilt

He walked to the black altar in the middle of the pond

and on this altar he prayed without arms raised

asking for guidance to any god who may listen to his plead

`O gods of old or gods unknown

show me the Vision of my next labor

being prepared for my completing

and I shall give sacrifice to you

gems and gold and jewelry

and brilliant blades of silvery steel

and virgin lamb

young in years

and unharmed by man or Nature

These shall be yours

if you but grant me my will'

and these things having been spoken with hand on altar

the words traveled to Ukko's pondering ear

and the god liking the spoken sacrifices

though knowing the result

spoke such things to his aids

`My son has learned his lessons used them well

and now asks of me in the proper tradition

Send him what he asks O Tzilsergiza

quickly so the result and wish are not distant'

So Tzilsergiza at Ukko's side

traveled down to Ulangar's right ear

with light feet and spoke quiet words

and the Vision entered the mind

as a sudden ecstasy over his entire being

A burning city under a moon

which he knew from childhood

which filled his body surging with energy

and caked with blood and gore of fallen people

but he also felt from his soul and son

that feeling of ulusum after the

fallen have felt the bite of blade and the sting of steel

and the Vision left with no spoken word

and Tzilsergiza returned to Ukko's side

So Lamaraz stood and remembered that location

and with his sword in his brawny hands

he took the first step towards his downfall