Authors: John Norman
Tags: #Science Fiction, #Fiction, #General, #Fantasy, #Historical, #Thrillers
"This," he said.
"What?" I asked, angrily.
"I do not think you can so easily rid yourself of unwelcome realities, my friend," said Scormus, "whatever you might esteem them to be."
I did not respond.
"Do you think to put the torch to truth?" he asked.
I did not answer him.
"I cannot be done," he said.
"Many manage," I said. Indeed, I knew a world predicated on lies and the perversion of nature. It was called Earth.
"Perhaps," he said.
I jabbed down, angrily, at the ashes. Then I threw away the stick.
"But," he said, "I doubt that you would be very good at it."
"No," I said. "I do not think I would be very good at it."
"You cannot even walk a tightrope," observed Lecchio.
"True," I said.
"However these matters fall out," said Scormus, "they have now begun." He then walked back to the height of the clifflike side of the hill, that with the crashing waves at its foot. I joined him there, with the others, my friends, whom I must soon leave. WE all looked out to sea. IT was a vast fleet. The first ships had already come to the harbor of Brundisium.
"It has begun," said Scormus.
"Yes," I said. "It has begun."