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- Herausgeber: neobooks
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Serie: The Green Adventurebook
- Sprache: Deutsch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
Kull is a collection of Fantasy short stories by Robert E. Howard. It was first published in 1967 by Lancer Books under the title King Kull. This edition included three stories completed by Lin Carter from unfinished fragments and drafts by Howard. His legendary King Kull, long before Conan is back in a new tale of bravery and heroism!
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Robert E. Howard
King Kull
The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune
The Shadow Kingdom
Saphir im Stahl
The Green Adventuresbook 10
King Kull 1
Robert E. Howard – The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune / The Shadow Kingdom
e-book Nr: 173
Erste Auflage 01.09.2023
© Saphir im Stahl
Verlag Erik Schreiber
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Titelbild: Frank Gerigk
Vertrieb: neobooks
Robert E. Howard
King Kull
The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune
The Shadow Kingdom
Saphir im Stahl
Contents
The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune
The Shadow Kingdom
A King Comes Riding
Thus Spake the Silent Halls of Valusia
They That Walk the Night
Masks
The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune
There comes, even to kings, the time of great weariness. Then the gold of the throne is brass, the silk of the palace becomes drab. The gems in the diadem and upon the fingers of the women sparkle drearily like the ice of the white seas; the speech of men is as the empty rattle of a jester's bell and the feel comes of things unreal; even the sun is copper in the sky and the breath of the green ocean is no longer fresh.
Kull sat upon the throne of Valusia and the hour of weariness was upon him. They moved before him in an endless, meaningless panorama, men, women, priests, events and shadows of events; things seen and things to be attained. But like shadows they came and went, leaving no trace upon his consciousness, save that of a great mental fatigue. Yet Kull was not tired. There was a longing in him for things beyond himself and beyond the Valusian court. An unrest stirred in him and strange, luminous dreams roamed his soul. At his bidding there came to him Brule the Spear-slayer, warrior of Pictland, from the islands beyond the West.
„Lord king, you are tired of the life of the court. Come with me upon my galley and let us roam the tides for a space.“
„Nay.“ Kull rested his chin moodily upon his mighty hand. „I am weary beyond all these things. The cities hold no lure for me—and the borders are quiet. I hear no more the sea-songs I heard when I lay as a boy on the booming crags of Atlantis, and the night was alive with blazing stars. No more do the green woodlands beckon me as of old. There is a strangeness upon me and a longing beyond life's longings. Go!“
Brule went forth in a doubtful mood, leaving the king brooding upon his throne. Then to Kull stole a girl of the court and whispered:
„Great king, seek Tuzun Thune, the wizard. The secrets of life and death are his, and the stars in the sky and the lands beneath the seas.“
Kull looked at the girl. Fine gold was her hair and her violet eyes were slanted strangely; she was beautiful, but her beauty meant little to Kull.
„Tuzun Thune,“ he repeated. „Who is he?“
„A wizard of the Elder Race. He lives here, in Valusia, by the Lake of Visions in the House of a Thousand Mirrors. All things are known to him, lord king; he speaks with the dead and holds converse with the demons of the Lost Lands.“
Kull arose.
„I will seek out this mummer; but no word of my going, do you hear?“
„I am your slave, my lord.“ And she sank to her knees meekly, but the smile of her scarlet mouth was cunning behind Kull's back and the gleam of her narrow eyes was crafty.
Kull came to the house of Tuzun Thune, beside the Lake of Visions. Wide and blue stretched the waters of the lake and many a fine palace rose upon its banks; many swan-winged pleasure boats drifted lazily upon its hazy surface and evermore there came the sound of soft music.
Tall and spacious, but unpretentious, rose the House of a Thousand Mirrors. The great doors stood open and Kull ascended the broad stair and entered, unannounced. There in a great chamber, whose walls were of mirrors, he came upon Tuzun Thune, the wizard. The man was ancient as the hills of Zalgara; like wrinkled leather was his skin, but his cold gray eyes were like sparks of sword steel.
„Kull of Valusia, my house is yours,“ said he, bowing with old-time courtliness and motioning Kull to a throne-like chair.
„You are a wizard, I have heard,“ said Kull bluntly, resting his chin upon his hand and fixing his somber eyes upon the man's face. „Can you do wonders?“
The wizard stretched forth his hand; his fingers opened and closed like a bird's claws.
„Is that not a wonder—that this blind flesh obeys the thoughts of my mind? I walk, I breathe, I speak—are they all not wonders?“
Kull meditated awhile, then spoke. „Can you summon up demons?“
„Aye. I can summon up a demon more savage than any in ghostland—by smiting you in the face.“
Kull started, then nodded. „But the dead, can you talk to the dead?“
„I talk with the dead always—as I am talking now. Death begins with birth and each man begins to die when he is born; even now you are dead, King Kull, because you were born.“
„But you, you are older than men become; do wizards never die?“
„Men die when their time comes. No later, no sooner. Mine has not come.“
Kull turned these answers over in his mind.
„Then it would seem that the greatest wizard of Valusia is no more than an ordinary man, and I have been duped in coming here.“
Tuzun Thune shook his head. „Men are but men, and the greatest men are they who soonest learn the simpler things. Nay, look into my mirrors, Kull.“
The ceiling was a great many mirrors, and the walls were mirrors, perfectly jointed, yet many mirrors of many sizes and shapes.
„Mirrors are the world, Kull,“ droned the wizard. „Gaze into my mirrors and be wise.“
Kull chose one at random and looked into it intently. The mirrors upon the opposite wall were reflected there, reflecting others, so that he seemed to be gazing down a long, luminous corridor, formed by mirror behind mirror; and far down this corridor moved a tiny figure. Kull looked long ere he saw that the figure was the reflection of himself. He gazed and a queer feeling of pettiness came over him; it seemed that that tiny figure was the true Kull, representing the real proportions of himself. So he moved away and stood before another.
„Look closely, Kull. That is the mirror of the past,“ he heard the wizard say.
Gray fogs obscured the vision, great billows of mist, ever heaving and changing like the ghost of a great river; through these fogs Kull caught swift fleeting visions of horror and strangeness; beasts and men moved there and shapes neither men nor beasts; great exotic blossoms glowed through the grayness; tall tropic trees towered high over reeking swamps, where reptilian monsters wallowed and bellowed; the sky was ghastly with flying dragons and the restless seas rocked and roared and beat endlessly along the muddy beaches. Man was not, yet man was the dream of the gods and strange were the nightmare forms that glided through the noisome jungles. Battle and onslaught were there, and frightful love. Death was there, for Life and Death go hand in hand. Across the slimy beaches of the world sounded the bellowing of the monsters, and incredible shapes loomed through the steaming curtain of the incessant rain.
„This is of the future.“
Kull looked in silence.
„See you—what?“
„A strange world,“ said Kull heavily. „The Seven Empires are crumbled to dust and are forgotten. The restless green waves roar for many a fathom above the eternal hills of Atlantis; the mountains of Lemuria of the West are the islands of an unknown sea. Strange savages roam the elder lands and new lands flung strangely from the deeps, defiling the elder shrines. Valusia is vanished and all the nations of today; they of tomorrow are strangers. They know us not.“
„Time strides onward,“ said Tuzun Thune calmly. „We live today; what care we for tomorrow—or yesterday? The Wheel turns and nations rise and fall; the world changes, and times return to savagery to rise again through the long ages. Ere Atlantis was, Valusia was, and ere Valusia was, the Elder Nations were. Aye, we, too, trampled the shoulders of lost tribes in our advance. You, who have come from the green sea hills of Atlantis to seize the ancient crown of Valusia, you think my tribe is old, we who held these lands ere the Valusians came out of the East, in the days before there were men in the sea lands. But men were here when the Elder Tribes rode out of the waste lands, and men before men, tribe before tribe. The nations pass and are forgotten, for that is the destiny of man.“
