"Stand back, Moonglum."
Elric drew the crooning runesword, lifted it high and brought it against the door.
The door split and two oddly shaped skulls were split with it.
The remainder of the attackers fell back with cries of astonishment and horror as the white-faced reaver fell upon them, his huge sword drinking their souls and singing its strange, undulating song.
Down the stairs Elric pursued them. Into the hall where they bunched together and prepared to defend themselves from this demon with his hell-forged blade.
And Elric laughed.
And they shuddered.
And their weapons trembled in their hands.
"So you are the mighty Kelmain, " Elric sneered. "No wonder you needed sorcery to aid you if you are so cowardly. Have you not heard, beyond World's Edge, of Elric Kinslayer?"
But the Kelmain plainly did not understand his speech, which was strange enough in itself, for he had spoken in the Common Tongue, known to all men.
These people had golden skins and eye-sockets that were almost square. Their faces, in all, seemed crudely carved from rock, all sharp angles and planes, and their armour was not rounded, but angular.
Elric bared his teeth in a smile and the Kelmain drew closer together.
Then he screamed with dreadful laughter and Moonglum stepped back and did not look at what took place.
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 wargear 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 Melnibone, 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 Eric 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, conjurer. 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 tune.
Armoured body fell against armoured body, blood mingled with brother's blood, horses dragged corpses away with them across the snow and Elric did not fall, yet something was happening to him.
Then it dawned upon his berserker brain that, for some reason, his blade was sated. The energy still pulsed in its metal, but it transferred nothing more to its master. And his own stolen energy was beginning to wane.
"Damn you, Stormbringer! Give me your power! "
Swords rained down upon him as he fought and slew and parried and thrust.
"More power! "
He was still stronger than normal and much stronger than any ordinary mortal, but some of the wild anger
was leaving him and he felt almost puzzled as more Kelmain came at him.
He was beginning to waken from the blood-dream.
He shook his head and drew deep breaths. His back was aching.
"Give me their strength, Black Sword! "
He struck at legs and arms and chests and faces and he was covered from head to foot in the blood of bis attackers.
But the dead now hampered him worse than the living, for their corpses were everywhere and he almost lost his footing more than once.
"What ails you, runesword? Do you refuse to help me? Will you not fight these things because, like you, they are of Chaos?"
No, it could not be that. All that had happened was that the sword desired no more vitality and therefore gave Elric none.
He fought on for another hour before his grip on the sword weakened and a rider, half-mad with terror, struck a blow at his head, failed to split it but stunned him so that he fell upon the bodies of the slain, tried to rise, then was struck again and lost consciousness.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A Great Host Screaming
"It was more than I hoped, " murmured Theleb K'aarna in satisfaction, "but we have taken him alive! "
Elric opened his eyes and looked with hatred on the sorcerer who was stroking his black forked beard as if to comfort himself.
Elric could barely remember the events which had brought him here and placed him in the sorcerer's power. He remembered much blood, much laughter, much dying, but it was all fading, like the memory of a dream.
"Well, renegade, your foolishness was unbelievable. I thought you must have an army behind you. But doubtless it was your fear which unbalanced your poor brain. Still, I'll not speculate upon the cause of my own good fortune. There's many a bargain I can strike with the denizens of other planes, were I to offer them your soul. And your body I will keep for myself-to show Queen Yishana what I did to her lover before he died...."