"
"Speakest thou so to us, thou insulting pretender!" cried Shagoth, in a
rage. "Thou hadst better depart ere we punish thy insolence with the edge
of the sword."
"Terrible words, surely, from mighty swordsmen!" said Apgomer, smiling.
"Is it any wonder I tremble beneath your gaze? Even from the days of your
childhood your courage and valor have been proverbial. My cousin Scribbo,
at the early age of ten years, would, without fear, push headlong into
the water little girls years younger than himself; while the brave
Shagoth, at the early age of twelve, could find no more pleasing
recreation than to scourge his poor relatives of eight years old and
under. Then ye were heroes in embryo; and now, having grown up, is it any
wonder that the whole realm quakes beneath your tread? Hail! all hail, ye
mighty sons of Skerbood! This is the day in which ye look for the full
realization of your guilty hope, in the death of three of the choicest
noblemen that ever adorned the Chaldean realm.
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