Post by Daubee on Dec 8, 2012 15:01:20 GMT -5
War Hammer
"Sometimes, too, the religion of the Priest-Kings, under the control of the initiates, utilizing secular rulers, was propagated by fire and sword. Sometimes those who insisted on retaining the old ways, or were caught making the sign of the fist, the hammer, over their ale were subjected to death by torture. One that I had heard of had been boiled alive in one of the great sunken wood-lined tubs in which meat was boiled for retainers. The water is heated by placing rocks, taken from a fire, into the water. When the rock has been in the water, it is removed with a rake and then reheated. Another had been roasted alive on a spit over a long fire. It was said that he did not utter a sound. Another was slain when an adder forced into his mouth tore its way free through the side of his face."
"Marauders of Gor" page 26
"Standing on the broken fragments of the circle, Ivar Forkbeard cried out, his act lifted, and his left hand, too, “Praise be to Odin!” And then, throwing his axe to his left shoulder, holding it there by his left hand the turned and faced the Sardar, and lifted his fist, clenched. It was not only a sign of defiance to Priest-Kings, but the fist, the sign of the hammer. It was the sign of Thor."
"Marauders of Gor" page 47
"The Forkbeard himself now, from a wooden keg, poured a great tankard of ale, which must have been of the measure of five gallons. over this he then closed his fist. It was the sign of the hammer, the sign of Thor. The tankard then, with two great bronze handles, was passed from hands to hands among the rowers. The men threw back their heads and, the liquid spilling down their bodies, drank ale. It was the victory ale."
"Marauders of Gor" page 82
He had, in his mercy, granted this request. The hollow bars on their great chains, hanging from timber frames outside the temple, had been struck. Word had been spread. Ivar Forkbeard, the unregenerate, the raider, the pirate, he who had dared to make the fist of the hammer over his ale, would come at last, in death if not in life, humbly to the temple of Priest-Kings. There was much rejoicing in Kassau.
Marauders of Gor, page 16 PDF
So this is the end, I thought to myself, of the great Ivar Forkbeard.
He comes in death to the temple of Priest-Kings, that his bones may be anointed with the grease of
Priest-Kings.
It was his last will, now loyally, doggedly, carried out by his saddened men.
Somehow I regretted that Ivar Forkbeard was dead.
Marauders of Gor, page 17 PDF
But Ivar Forkbeard had come in death, if not in life, to the temple of Priest-Kings, betraying the old gods, to have his bones anointed with the grease of Priest-Kings. No more would he make over his ale, with his closed fist, the sign of the hammer.
Marauders of Gor, page 18 PDF
Standing on the broken fragments of the circle, Ivar Forkbeard cried out, his ax lifted, and his
left hand, too, "Praise be to Odin!" And then, throwing his ax to his left shoulder, holding it
there by his left hand the turned and faxed the Sardar, and lifted his fist, clenched. It was not
only a sign of defiance to Priest-Kings, but the fist, the sign of the hammer. It was the sign of
Thor.
Marauders of Gor, page 22 PDF
The Forkbeard himself now, from a wooden keg, poured a great tankard of ale, which must have been
of the measure of five gallons. Over this he then closed his fist. It was the sign of the hammer,
the sign of Thor. The tankard then, with two great bronze handles, was passed from hands to hands
among the rowers. The men threw back their heads and, the liquid spilling down their bodies, drank
ale. It was the victory ale.
Marauders of Gor, page 38 PDF
One of them thrust his head within and half a shoulder. The Forkbeard, sword poised, crawled to thrust at it. The Kur withdrew. Then, both of them squatted down, some feet out on the ledge. Kurii are patient hunters. They would wait. I rubbed my left arm and shoulder. I lifted the arm, and moved it. It was not broken. I had learned that the Kur shield could be as devastating a weapon as the war hammer of Hunjer. I wondered how many who had learned that had lived.
Marauders of Gor, page 227
"Sometimes, too, the religion of the Priest-Kings, under the control of the initiates, utilizing secular rulers, was propagated by fire and sword. Sometimes those who insisted on retaining the old ways, or were caught making the sign of the fist, the hammer, over their ale were subjected to death by torture. One that I had heard of had been boiled alive in one of the great sunken wood-lined tubs in which meat was boiled for retainers. The water is heated by placing rocks, taken from a fire, into the water. When the rock has been in the water, it is removed with a rake and then reheated. Another had been roasted alive on a spit over a long fire. It was said that he did not utter a sound. Another was slain when an adder forced into his mouth tore its way free through the side of his face."
"Marauders of Gor" page 26
"Standing on the broken fragments of the circle, Ivar Forkbeard cried out, his act lifted, and his left hand, too, “Praise be to Odin!” And then, throwing his axe to his left shoulder, holding it there by his left hand the turned and faced the Sardar, and lifted his fist, clenched. It was not only a sign of defiance to Priest-Kings, but the fist, the sign of the hammer. It was the sign of Thor."
"Marauders of Gor" page 47
"The Forkbeard himself now, from a wooden keg, poured a great tankard of ale, which must have been of the measure of five gallons. over this he then closed his fist. It was the sign of the hammer, the sign of Thor. The tankard then, with two great bronze handles, was passed from hands to hands among the rowers. The men threw back their heads and, the liquid spilling down their bodies, drank ale. It was the victory ale."
"Marauders of Gor" page 82
He had, in his mercy, granted this request. The hollow bars on their great chains, hanging from timber frames outside the temple, had been struck. Word had been spread. Ivar Forkbeard, the unregenerate, the raider, the pirate, he who had dared to make the fist of the hammer over his ale, would come at last, in death if not in life, humbly to the temple of Priest-Kings. There was much rejoicing in Kassau.
Marauders of Gor, page 16 PDF
So this is the end, I thought to myself, of the great Ivar Forkbeard.
He comes in death to the temple of Priest-Kings, that his bones may be anointed with the grease of
Priest-Kings.
It was his last will, now loyally, doggedly, carried out by his saddened men.
Somehow I regretted that Ivar Forkbeard was dead.
Marauders of Gor, page 17 PDF
But Ivar Forkbeard had come in death, if not in life, to the temple of Priest-Kings, betraying the old gods, to have his bones anointed with the grease of Priest-Kings. No more would he make over his ale, with his closed fist, the sign of the hammer.
Marauders of Gor, page 18 PDF
Standing on the broken fragments of the circle, Ivar Forkbeard cried out, his ax lifted, and his
left hand, too, "Praise be to Odin!" And then, throwing his ax to his left shoulder, holding it
there by his left hand the turned and faxed the Sardar, and lifted his fist, clenched. It was not
only a sign of defiance to Priest-Kings, but the fist, the sign of the hammer. It was the sign of
Thor.
Marauders of Gor, page 22 PDF
The Forkbeard himself now, from a wooden keg, poured a great tankard of ale, which must have been
of the measure of five gallons. Over this he then closed his fist. It was the sign of the hammer,
the sign of Thor. The tankard then, with two great bronze handles, was passed from hands to hands
among the rowers. The men threw back their heads and, the liquid spilling down their bodies, drank
ale. It was the victory ale.
Marauders of Gor, page 38 PDF
One of them thrust his head within and half a shoulder. The Forkbeard, sword poised, crawled to thrust at it. The Kur withdrew. Then, both of them squatted down, some feet out on the ledge. Kurii are patient hunters. They would wait. I rubbed my left arm and shoulder. I lifted the arm, and moved it. It was not broken. I had learned that the Kur shield could be as devastating a weapon as the war hammer of Hunjer. I wondered how many who had learned that had lived.
Marauders of Gor, page 227