Count Brass (Eternal Champion, Volume 15)
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The concluding volume of the fantastic, epic Tale of the Eternal Champion, wherewe make the fearsome journey to Tanelorn, and at last the Eternal Champion's long struggle nears it end...volume 14 of the Millennium Uniform Editions of Michael Moorcock's fantastic fiction.
of some sorcerer-scientist such as those who once worked for the Dark Empireor else some- thing which our ancestors invented before the Tragic Millennium.' 'I've heard of such,' agreed Count Brass. 'And I pre- fer that explanation. It suits my temperament more, I must admit.' 'Did it offer to restore you to life once I was slain?' Hawkmoon asked. 'Ayethat's it, in short.' 'That's what it told me,' said D'Averc, and the others nodded. 'Well, perhaps we should confront this machine, if machine
had tried to get his friends to kill him. But the shore, when they reached it, was empty save for a few clumps of seaweed, some tufts of grass grow- ing on sandhills, the surf which lapped the beach. Count Brass took them to where he had erected an awning of his cloak behind a sandhill. Here was his food and some of the equipment he had left behind when he set out to meet Hawkmoon. On the way the four had told Hawk- moon how they had come to meet, each, at first, mis- taking another for Hawkmoon
crudeit is hyperdelicate. It could go out of control and destroy us all.' 'As long as I could be sure of your destruction, Kalan, I would not care!' 'You are cruel, Hawkmoon!' And Hawkmoon laughed at the note of accusation in Kalan's voice. Kalanwho had implanted the Black Jewel in his skullwho had helped Taragorm destroy the crystal machine which had protected Castle Brass who had been the greatest and most evil of the geniuses who had supplied the Dark Empire with its scientific
you, aye. You saved my life. If that Goat rider had got his spear into me, the chances are I'd be dead now.' Hawkmoon smiled to himself. 'So events can be changed. And without repercussion, it seems. But where are Kalan and Taragorm now? And the others . . .' He turned to Count Brass as they rode together along the familiar marsh trails. 'And Bowgentle, and Oladahn, and D'Averc?' Count Brass frowned. 'Dead these five years. Do you not remember? Poor lad, we all suffered after the Battle of
lord. We have not seen you in our taverns for many a month.' He lowered his eyes and took an in- terest in the contents of his wine-cup. 'Will you join me in a skin of the new wine?' Hawk- moon asked. 'I hear it is singularly good this year. Per- haps some of our other old friends will?' 'No thanks, my lord.' Vedla rose. 'I've had too much as it is.' Awkwardly he pulled his cloak around him with his single hand. Hawkmoon spoke directly. 'Josef Vedla. Do you be- lieve Czernik's tale of meeting