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MICHAEL MOORCOCK

The Knight of the Swords
Volume First of The Books of Corum

CONTENTS
BOOK ONE
Chapter One At Castle Erorn 14
Chapter Two Prince Corum Sets Forth 20
Chapter Three The Mabden Herd 25
Chapter Four The Bane of Beauty:
The Doom of Truth 31
Chapter Five A Lesson Learned 40
Chapter Six The Maiming of Corum 45
Chapter Seven The Brown Man 53
Chapter Eight The Margravine of Allomglyl 61
Chapter Nine Concerning Love and Hatred 67
Chapter Ten A Thousand Swords 81
Chapter Eleven The Summoning 90
Chapter Twelve The Margrave's Bargain 104

BOOK TWO
Chapter One The Ambitious Sorcerer 111
Chapter Two The Eye of Rhynn and the Hand
of Kwll 123
Chapter Three Beyond the Fifteen Planes 127
 BOOK THREE
Chapter One The Walking God 135
Chapter Two Temgol-Lep 139
Chapter Three The Dark Things Come 147
Chapter Four In the Flamelands 154
Chapter Five Through the Lion's Mouth 165
Chapter Six The God Feasters 171
Chapter Seven The Bane of the Sword Rulers 178
Chapter Eight A Pause in the Struggle 186




BOOK ONE

In which Prince Corum learns a lesson
and loses a limb

INTRODUCTION

In those days there were oceans of light and cities in the skies and wild flying beasts of bronze. There were herds of crimson cattle that roared and were taller than castles. There were shrill, viridian things that haunted bleak rivers. It was a time of gods, manifesting themselves upon our world in all her aspects; a time of giants who walked on water; of mindless sprites and misshapen creatures who could be summoned by an ill-considered thought but driven away only on pain of some fearful sacrifice; of magics, phantasms, unstable nature, impossible events, insane paradoxes, dreams come true, dreams gone awry, of nightmares assuming reality.
It was a rich time and a dark time. The time of the Sword Rulers. The time when the Vadhagh and the Nhadragh, age-old enemies, were dying. The time when Man, the slave of fear, was emerging, unaware that much of the terror he experienced was the result of nothing else but the fact that he, himself, had come into existence. It was one of many ironies connected with Man (who, in