The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories
By Lord Dunsany, Darrell Schweitzer and S. H. Sime
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Lord Dunsany's classic 1908 collection of fantasy stories includes "The Sword of Welleran," "The Kith of the Elf-Folk," "The Ghosts," "The Fortress Unvanquishable, Save for Sacnoth," and more classic tales. Includes the original S.H. Sime illustrations, as well as an introduction by Dunsany scholar Darrell Schwetizer.
Lord Dunsany
Edward J. M. D. Plunkett, the 18th Baron of Dunsany, was one of the foremost fantasy writers of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Lord Dunsany, and particularly his Book of Wonder, is widely recognized as a major influence on many of the best known fantasy writers, including J.R.R. Tolkien, H.P. Lovecraft, and C.S. Lewis. Holding one of the oldest titles in the Irish peerage, Lord Dunsany lived much of his life at Dunsany Castle, one of Ireland’s longest-inhabited homes. He died in 1957, leaving an indelible mark on modern fantasy writing.
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The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories - Lord Dunsany
Table of Contents
The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories
FRONTISPIECE
DEDICATED
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
INTRODUCTION
THE SWORD OF WELLERAN
THE FALL OF BABBULKUND
THE KITH OF THE ELF-FOLK
THE HIGHWAYMEN
IN THE TWILIGHT
THE GHOSTS
THE WHIRLPOOL
THE HURRICANE
THE FORTRESS UNVANQUISHABLE, SAVE FOR SACNOTH
THE LORD OF CITIES
THE DOOM OF LA TRAVIATA
ON THE DRY LAND
THE SWORD OF WELLERAN AND OTHER STORIES
Lord Dunsany
FRONTISPIECE
WE ARE BUT DREAMS, LET US GO AMONG DREAMS
DEDICATED
with deep gratitude to those few, known to me or unknown, who have cared for either of my former books, The Gods of Pegāna,
Time and the Gods.
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
I AM indebted to the editor of the Saturday Review for permission to republish here two stories, In the Twilight
and The Lord of Cities,
which originally appeared in his Review.
My thanks are also due to the editors of The Celtic Christmas, The Neolith, and The Shanachie, in which papers have appeared The Fall of Babbulkund,
The Highwaymen,
The Hurricane,
On the Dry Land,
The Doom of La Traviata,
and The Whirlpool.
INTRODUCTION
Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron Dunsany (1878-1957) was a very typical product of his class and time. A member of the Anglo-Irish landowning aristocracy and a descendant of Norman adventurers, he was conservative in politics and once ran unsuccessfully for Parliament. He married the daughter of an earl. He served in the Second Boer War and in the First World War. He was seriously wounded on the first day of the Easter Rebellion in 1916 when his car was ambushed as he drove into Dublin in an attempt to offer his services to the British. He was an enthusiastic outdoorsman and big game hunter, a world traveler, and a chess and pistol-shooting champion.
But he was also one of the world’s great fantasists. His first and second books, The Gods of Pegāna (1905) and Time and the Gods (1906) introduced something utterly unique into literature, an artificial pantheon of gods and the myths behind them. After that, in such collections as The Sword of Welleran, A Dreamer’s Tales, Fifty-One Tales, The Last Book of Wonder, and Tales of Three Hemispheres his work branched out into a wider range of fantasy, with some stories set in more-or-less the real world, others in his imaginary lands. His main reputation rests on his early fantasies, most of them written before the First World War. Whenever a critic refers to something as Dunsanian,
it is to these wonder books,
that the comparison is being made. His exquisitely poetic writing has probably been imitated by every aspiring writer who ever encountered him. He was a major influence on H.P. Lovecraft, who described him as Unexcelled in the sorcery of crystalline singing prose, and supreme in the creation of a gorgeous and langorous world of iridescently exotic vision,
which, as many have observed, is a pretty iridescently exotic description in itself.
But Dunsany was far more versatile than even those early books suggest. He began to write plays for the Abbey Theater in 1909, initially at the behest of William Butler Yeats. By 1915 he had five running in New York simultaneously. He wrote radio plays for the BBC in the 1930s. In the 1920s, he turned to novels, most notably the fantasy masterpiece The King of Elfland’s Daughter (1924). My Talks with Dean Spanley (1936), about a clergyman who remembers his previous incarnation as a dog, was memorably filmed as Dean Spanley in 2008. Two of his later novels, The Last Revolution (1951) and The Pleasures of a Futuroscope (written 1955, published 2003) are science fiction. In the 1920s, Dunsany also had a second major phase as a short-story writer with his tales of the clubman Joseph Jorkens, a world-traveler, given, when plied with liquor, to telling fantastic tales which can be neither proven nor disproven. He continued to write of Jorkens for the rest of his life, ultimately filling six volumes (five published in his lifetime). These, nearly as much as his early fantasies, proved to be enormously influential, providing the template for any number of club and bar fantasies, such as Arthur C. Clarke’s Tales from the White Hart. Other works include autobiographies, poetry, nonfiction book, My Ireland, and Little Tales of Smethers (1952), which contains the memorably gruesome, classic mystery story, Two Bottles of Relish.
—Darrell Schweitzer
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
THE SWORD OF WELLERAN
WHERE the great plain of Tarphet runs up, as the sea in estuaries, among the Cyresian mountains, there stood long since the city of Merimna well-nigh among the shadows of the crags. I have never seen a city in the world so beautiful as Merimna seemed to me when first I dreamed of it. It was a marvel of spires and figures of bronze, and marble fountains, and trophies of fabulous wars, and broad streets given over wholly to the Beautiful. Right through the centre of the city there went an avenue fifty strides in width, and along each side of it stood likenesses in bronze of the Kings of all the countries that the people of Merimna had ever known. At the end of that avenue was a colossal chariot with three bronze horses driven by the winged figure of Fame, and behind her in the chariot the huge form of Welleran, Merimna’s ancient hero, standing with extended sword. So urgent was the mien and attitude of Fame, and so swift the pose of the horses, that you had sworn that the chariot was instantly upon you, and that its dust already veiled the faces of the Kings. And in the city was a mighty hall wherein were stored the trophies of Merimna’s heroes. Sculptured it was and domed, the glory of the art of masons a long while dead, and on the summit of the dome the image of Rollory sat gazing across the Cyresian mountains toward the wide lands beyond, the lands that knew his sword. And beside Rollory, like an old nurse, the figure of Victory sat, hammering into a golden wreath of laurels for his head the crowns of fallen Kings.
Such was Merimna, a city of sculptured Victories and warriors of bronze. Yet in the time of which I write the art of war had been forgotten in Merimna, and the people almost slept. To and fro and up and down they would walk through the marble streets, gazing at memorials of the things achieved by their country’s swords in the hands of those that long ago had loved Merimna well. Almost they slept, and dreamed of Welleran, Soorenard, Mommolek, Rollory, Akanax, and young Iraine. Of the lands beyond the mountains that lay all round about them they knew nothing, save that they were the theatre of the terrible deeds of Welleran, that he had done with his sword. Long since these lands had fallen back into the possession of the nations that had been scourged by Merimna’s armies. Nothing now remained to Merimna’s men save their inviolate city and the glory of the remembrance of their ancient fame. At night they would place sentinels far out in the desert, but these always slept at their posts dreaming of Rollory, and three times every night a guard would march around the city clad in purple, bearing lights and singing songs of Welleran. Always the guard went unarmed, but as the sound of their song went echoing across the plain towards the looming mountains, the desert robbers would hear the name of Welleran and steal away to their haunts. Often dawn would come across the plain, shimmering marvellously upon Merimna’s spires, abashing all the stars, and find the guard still singing songs of Welleran, and would change the colour of their purple robes and pale the lights they bore. But the guard would go back leaving the ramparts safe, and one by one the sentinels in the plain would awake from dreaming of Rollory and shuffle back into the city quite cold. Then something of the menace would pass away from the faces of the Cyresian mountains, that from the north and the west and the south lowered upon Merimna, and clear in the morning the statues and the pillars would arise in the old inviolate city. You would wonder that an unarmed guard and sentinels that slept could defend a city that was stored with all the glories of art, that was rich in gold and bronze, a haughty city that had erst oppressed its neighbours, whose people had forgotten the art of war. Now this is the reason that, though all her other lands had long been taken from her, Merimna’s city was safe. A strange thing was believed or feared by the fierce tribes beyond the mountains, and it was credited among them that at certain stations round Merimna’s ramparts there still rode Welleran, Soorenard, Mommolek, Rollory, Akanax, and young Iraine. Yet it was close on a hundred years since Iraine, the youngest of Merimna’s heroes, fought his last battle with the tribes.
Sometimes indeed there arose among the tribes young men who doubted and said: How may a man for ever escape death?
But graver men answered them: Hear us, ye whose wisdom has discerned so much, and discern for us how a man may escape death when two score horsemen assail him with their swords, all of them sworn to kill him, and all of them sworn upon their country’s gods; as often Welleran hath. Or discern for us how two men alone may enter a walled city by night, and bring away from it that city’s king, as did Soorenard and Mommolek. Surely men that have escaped so many swords and so many sleety arrows shall escape the years and Time.
And the young men were humbled and became silent. Still, the suspicion grew. And often when the sun set on the Cyresian mountains, men in Merimna discerned the forms of savage tribesmen black against the light, peering towards the city.
All knew in Merimna that the figures round the ramparts were only statues of stone, yet even there a hope lingered among a few that some day their old heroes would