There’s a thread right now on rasfw about appropriate SF quotes for recent world events. Someone quoted the following, which sent shivers down my back…<\/p>\n
Ignosi bound the diadem upon his brows, and then advancing placed his foot upon the broad chest of his headless foe and broke out into a chant, or rather a paean of victory, so beautiful, and yet so utterly savage, that I despair of being able to give an adequate idea of it. I once heard a scholar with a fine voice read aloud from the Greek poet Homer, and I remember that the sound of the rolling lines seemed to make my blood stand still. Ignosi’s chant, uttered as it was in a language as beautiful and sonorous as the old Greek, produced exactly the same effect on me, although I was exhausted with toil and many emotions.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Now,” he began, “now is our rebellion swallowed up in victory, and our evil-doing justified by strength.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“In the morning the oppressors rose up and shook themselves; they bound on their plumes and made them ready for war.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“They rose up and grasped their spears; the soldiers called to the captains, ‘Come, lead us and the captains cried to the king, ‘Direct thou the battle.’<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“They rose up in their pride, twenty thousand men, and yet a twenty thousand.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Their plumes covered the earth as the plumes of a bird cover her nest; they shook their spears and shouted, yea, they hurled their spears into the sunlight; they lusted for the battle and were glad.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“They came up against me; their strong ones came running swiftly to crush me; they cried, ‘Ha! ha! he is as one already dead.’<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Then breathed I on them, and my breath was as the breath of a storm, and lo! they were not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“My lightnings pierced them; I licked up their strength with the lightning of my spears; I shook them to the earth with the thunder of my shouting.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“They broke — they scattered — they were gone as the mists of the morning.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“They are food for the crows and the foxes, and the place of battle is fat with their blood.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Where are the mighty ones who rose up in the morning?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Where are the proud ones who tossed their plumes and cried, ‘He is as one already dead’?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“They bow their heads, but not in sleep; they are stretched out, but not in sleep.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“They are forgotten; they have gone into the blackness, and shall not return; yea, others shall lead away their wives, and their children shall remember them no more.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“And I — I! the king — like an eagle have I found my eyrie.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Behold! far have I wandered in the night-time, yet have I returned to my little ones at the daybreak.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Creep ye under the shadow of my wings, O people, and I will comfort ye, and ye shall not be dismayed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Now is the good time, the time of spoil.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Mine are the cattle in the valleys, the virgins in the kraals are mine also.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“The winter is overpast, the summer is at hand.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Now shall Evil cover up her face, and prosperity shall bloom in the land like a lily.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Rejoice, rejoice, my people! let all the land rejoice in that the tyranny is trodden down, in that I am the king.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
He paused, and out of the gathering gloom there came back the deep deeply:<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
“Thou art the king.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Thus it was that my prophecy to the herald came true, and within the forty-eight hours Twala’s headless corpse was stiffening at Twala’s gate.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
– Rider Haggard, King Solomon’s Mines<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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