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	"I suggest," said Gadpisi as he nailed the box shut, "that you put this in your cellar. Termites will eventually eat their way into the box, see, and then they'll be so entranced by the siren-stone that they'll stay there -- neither eating nor drinking, just like your poor fellow citizens here. And they'll draw all the other termites after them. That should exterminate them -- much as ahem everyone in this city might well have been exterminated. Good day, gentlemen." -- Here ends the story of the Siren-Stone.		"I suggest," said Gadpisi as he nailed the box shut, "that you put this in your cellar. Termites will eventually eat their way into the box, see, and then they'll be so entranced by the siren-stone that they'll stay there -- neither eating nor drinking, just like your poor fellow citizens here. And they'll draw all the other termites after them. That should exterminate them -- much as ahem everyone in this city might well have been exterminated. Good day, gentlemen." -- Here ends the story of the Siren-Stone.

			=Seeds of Civil War=

	At that time, there was a young noblewoman at court by the name of Sarphe. She was the wife of the ostentatious Sir Aritz Dollitrog, Grand Master of the Order of the Beady Eye, whom she had married at the age of thirteen. She had borne him two sons, whose names were Tintran and Klephtan. Now, she was also incredibly charming, witty and beautiful. Sir Aritz, for his part, was popular, handsome, strong, tall (like all members of his family) and politically powerful. He could run faster than anyone else in Arangoth, and could best anyone at wrestling or drinking. He was also an accomplished lutenist and delighted in devising limericks, though never ones of an obscene nature. In any case, the court was astonished and dismayed when he turned up dead. He and Prince Dorn had been out hunting alone in East Arangoth when, as Dorn told it, a wild boar had charged the unfortunate Sir Aritz. There was nothing more to say. Sir Aritz was laid to rest with due honor, and the seventeen-year-old Prince Dorn comforted the young widow Sarphe by marrying her himself. Since his father King Aladar died the next year, they became king and queen of Arangoth -- although because King Dorn was not yet of age to rule (twenty years), his father's Chancellor Arlok Darian continued to serve as regent for another three years.		At that time, there was a young noblewoman at court by the name of Sarphe. She was the wife of the ostentatious Sir Aritz Dollitrog, Grand Master of the Order of the Beady Eye, whom she had married at the age of thirteen. She had borne him two sons, whose names were Tintran and Klephtan. Now, she was also incredibly charming, witty and beautiful. Sir Aritz, for his part, was popular, handsome, strong, tall (like all members of his family) and politically powerful. He could run faster than anyone else in Arangoth, and could best anyone at wrestling or drinking. He was also an accomplished lutenist and delighted in devising limericks, though never ones of an obscene nature. In any case, the court was astonished and dismayed when he turned up dead. He and Prince Dorn had been out hunting alone in East Arangoth when, as Dorn told it, a wild boar had charged the unfortunate Sir Aritz. There was nothing more to say. Sir Aritz was laid to rest with due honor, and the seventeen-year-old Prince Dorn comforted the young widow Sarphe by marrying her himself. Since his father King Aladar died the next year, they became king and queen of Arangoth -- although because King Dorn was not yet of age to rule (twenty years), his father's Chancellor Arlok Darian continued to serve as regent for another three years.

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			[[File:Khalarwarmap.jpg\|thumb\|Leptatarna and southern Kahlahra during the era of the Khalar War]]

			=Rosebud and Aladar=

	There once lived a witch, a ''pallod-tespe'', near the East Arangothian town of Tralazir. Her real name was unknown, but the local children had taken to calling her Warty-nose, and gradually the name had caught on among their parents as well. Indeed, the most notable feature about her face was an enormous wart that nearly doubled the size of her proboscis. Whenever she walked into Tralazir from her little hovel in the hills outside town, the children followed after her singing, "Warty-nose, Warty-nose, what's that on your nosey grows?" To her credit, she took these insults in stride. Unless one of them actually threw something (such as a stone, crab-apple, or kitten) at her, she saw no need to resort to the infamous "switching spell" in which she made dead twigs leap up from the ground and chase after them, beating them on their backsides all the way home. In any case, the witch believed that the townspeople expected witches to be ugly, and that her reputation made them all the more likely to seek her out to blight their neighbors' vineyards or concoct love-potions or fertility drugs. This, after all, was much of how she earned her living, although she ate mostly parsnips and radishes which she grew in her own little garden out on the hill.		There once lived a witch, a ''pallod-tespe'', near the East Arangothian town of Tralazir. Her real name was unknown, but the local children had taken to calling her Warty-nose, and gradually the name had caught on among their parents as well. Indeed, the most notable feature about her face was an enormous wart that nearly doubled the size of her proboscis. Whenever she walked into Tralazir from her little hovel in the hills outside town, the children followed after her singing, "Warty-nose, Warty-nose, what's that on your nosey grows?" To her credit, she took these insults in stride. Unless one of them actually threw something (such as a stone, crab-apple, or kitten) at her, she saw no need to resort to the infamous "switching spell" in which she made dead twigs leap up from the ground and chase after them, beating them on their backsides all the way home. In any case, the witch believed that the townspeople expected witches to be ugly, and that her reputation made them all the more likely to seek her out to blight their neighbors' vineyards or concoct love-potions or fertility drugs. This, after all, was much of how she earned her living, although she ate mostly parsnips and radishes which she grew in her own little garden out on the hill.
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	They talked for a while, considering and dismissing various options, and finally agreeing on a solution. Rosebud would be locked away secretly in a high tower of the palace to which nobody but the king and chancellor would have access. In the meantime, the chancellor would search the countryside for someone who looked enough like Rosebud to pass as the queen. This false Rosebud would then be brought in secrecy to the palace and taught to appear in public as though she were really the queen. And so this is what was done. Queen Rosebud was taken off by King Aladar and the chancellor to the prison tower in the dead of night, weeping but without a word of protest in her defense.		They talked for a while, considering and dismissing various options, and finally agreeing on a solution. Rosebud would be locked away secretly in a high tower of the palace to which nobody but the king and chancellor would have access. In the meantime, the chancellor would search the countryside for someone who looked enough like Rosebud to pass as the queen. This false Rosebud would then be brought in secrecy to the palace and taught to appear in public as though she were really the queen. And so this is what was done. Queen Rosebud was taken off by King Aladar and the chancellor to the prison tower in the dead of night, weeping but without a word of protest in her defense.

			=Tsetsa=

	Chancellor Perlim Silkenvest then scoured the provinces looking for someone who resembled Rosebud as she had appeared on the day of her wedding -- a splendid sight with hair the hue of burnished electrum, skin white as newfallen snow or perhaps milk, lips redder than cherries, neck like a swan's, etc. etc. etc. Beyond this, Rosebud luckily had no distinguishing features whatsoever, and so it was easy enough for the chancellor to find someone who could be made over into a Rosebud look-alike. He finally settled on a young woman named Tsetsa from a village in Sresar Vale -- a waitress in a rough-and-tumble alehouse who also functioned as the local prostitute. He related that the king had need of her services, but that he could not explain further until they reached the royal court at Tagrana. At first Tsetsa laughed at the chancellor, called him a liar and an impostor, and had him thrown out of the alehouse; but he returned and showed her his chancery seal and his golden chains of office, and then promised her every luxury and amenity for the rest of her life in return for obeying the king's wishes. "He's starting a harem, is he?" queried Tsetsa: "Well, that's as good a meal-ticket as any. Count me in."		Chancellor Perlim Silkenvest then scoured the provinces looking for someone who resembled Rosebud as she had appeared on the day of her wedding -- a splendid sight with hair the hue of burnished electrum, skin white as newfallen snow or perhaps milk, lips redder than cherries, neck like a swan's, etc. etc. etc. Beyond this, Rosebud luckily had no distinguishing features whatsoever, and so it was easy enough for the chancellor to find someone who could be made over into a Rosebud look-alike. He finally settled on a young woman named Tsetsa from a village in Sresar Vale -- a waitress in a rough-and-tumble alehouse who also functioned as the local prostitute. He related that the king had need of her services, but that he could not explain further until they reached the royal court at Tagrana. At first Tsetsa laughed at the chancellor, called him a liar and an impostor, and had him thrown out of the alehouse; but he returned and showed her his chancery seal and his golden chains of office, and then promised her every luxury and amenity for the rest of her life in return for obeying the king's wishes. "He's starting a harem, is he?" queried Tsetsa: "Well, that's as good a meal-ticket as any. Count me in."
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	To the servants, Aladar explained that he used the tower as an astronomical observatory from which to watch the stars. The food that was hauled up to the top of the tower using pulleys, and which regularly seemed to be eaten, was said to be for feeding the birds and rats that dwelt therein. At first, Tsetsa paid no heed to King Aladar's nightly absences, but gradually they began to bother her. Although she had the run and rule of the court, Tsetsa grew bored and resentful of the imprisoned Rosebud as her one true competitor in the world. She first deigned to sleep with all the domestic servants, one by one, and then the ministers of court, culminating in a torrid affair with Sir Erkintz Dollitrog, Grand Master of the Order of the Beady Eye. But King Aladar did not notice, or if he did notice, he seemed not to care.		To the servants, Aladar explained that he used the tower as an astronomical observatory from which to watch the stars. The food that was hauled up to the top of the tower using pulleys, and which regularly seemed to be eaten, was said to be for feeding the birds and rats that dwelt therein. At first, Tsetsa paid no heed to King Aladar's nightly absences, but gradually they began to bother her. Although she had the run and rule of the court, Tsetsa grew bored and resentful of the imprisoned Rosebud as her one true competitor in the world. She first deigned to sleep with all the domestic servants, one by one, and then the ministers of court, culminating in a torrid affair with Sir Erkintz Dollitrog, Grand Master of the Order of the Beady Eye. But King Aladar did not notice, or if he did notice, he seemed not to care.

			=Helehkri and the Sherkhen=

	Now, the seventy-years' peace treaty between Arangoth and the Khalar tribe of Sherkhen came to an end at this time, and emissaries were exchanged between the two sides in order to formalize a new treaty for another seventy years. The Arangothian ambassador sent to the lands of the Sherkhen was none other than Chancellor Perlim Silkenvest himself, and from the other side came a brother of the chief, a handsome Sherkhen horseman named Helehkri. The emissaries were exchanged in a solemn ceremony held upon the waters of Song Deep, which separates Arangoth from the Khalar lands. Both ambassadors were received with the traditional honors and feasted and entertained, and since both countries were inclined to maintain the peace between themselves, there was no difficulty in reaching an agreement. King Aladar showed Helehkri the most diligent attention during his stay, and for Chancellor Silkenvest the nomadic Sherkhen people slaughtered many a fatted ox and displayed many daring and extraordinary feats of horsemanship before him.		Now, the seventy-years' peace treaty between Arangoth and the Khalar tribe of Sherkhen came to an end at this time, and emissaries were exchanged between the two sides in order to formalize a new treaty for another seventy years. The Arangothian ambassador sent to the lands of the Sherkhen was none other than Chancellor Perlim Silkenvest himself, and from the other side came a brother of the chief, a handsome Sherkhen horseman named Helehkri. The emissaries were exchanged in a solemn ceremony held upon the waters of Song Deep, which separates Arangoth from the Khalar lands. Both ambassadors were received with the traditional honors and feasted and entertained, and since both countries were inclined to maintain the peace between themselves, there was no difficulty in reaching an agreement. King Aladar showed Helehkri the most diligent attention during his stay, and for Chancellor Silkenvest the nomadic Sherkhen people slaughtered many a fatted ox and displayed many daring and extraordinary feats of horsemanship before him.
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	Of the twenty-five Arangothian noblemen who were on the ill-fated boat, twenty-two perished in the flames or the waters of Song Deep, including Chancellor Perlim Silkenvest himself. Only three men managed to save themselves by swimming the full distance back to shore, and they related what they had seen and heard: the Sherkhen emissary had set fire to their boat, and somehow he had Queen Rosebud on board with him -- she had seemed nauseous, and had perhaps been drugged. In any case, it was clearly war! -- a boat flying the royal colors burnt and sunk, a respected emissary and chancellor killed, and a queen kidnapped.		Of the twenty-five Arangothian noblemen who were on the ill-fated boat, twenty-two perished in the flames or the waters of Song Deep, including Chancellor Perlim Silkenvest himself. Only three men managed to save themselves by swimming the full distance back to shore, and they related what they had seen and heard: the Sherkhen emissary had set fire to their boat, and somehow he had Queen Rosebud on board with him -- she had seemed nauseous, and had perhaps been drugged. In any case, it was clearly war! -- a boat flying the royal colors burnt and sunk, a respected emissary and chancellor killed, and a queen kidnapped.

			=War=

	When King Aladar learned what had happened, he immediately appointed a new chancellor, Arlok Darian; and a general to command an attack upon the Sherkhen, Oryan Larkspin. Then, having placed the security of the realm in good hands, and being at last free from the influence of Perlim Silkenvest, he swore to end the charade regarding Rosebud once and for all. Releasing the poor queen from her tower, he appeared with her before the public at Tagrana and solemnly explained everything that had happened from the very beginning, begging his people for forgiveness; still, there should be no thought of calling off the war. Instead of kidnapping the queen, explained King Aladar, the Sherkhen had mistakenly kidnapped Tsetsa, his faithful servant. Now he, the king, would retire to the privacy of a country estate with his real queen, Rosebud, leaving Chancellor Arlok Darian to govern as regent until Prince Dorn (then aged four years) should come of age. He could not otherwise bear the shame he felt for having imprisoned his innocent Rosebud for so many months.		When King Aladar learned what had happened, he immediately appointed a new chancellor, Arlok Darian; and a general to command an attack upon the Sherkhen, Oryan Larkspin. Then, having placed the security of the realm in good hands, and being at last free from the influence of Perlim Silkenvest, he swore to end the charade regarding Rosebud once and for all. Releasing the poor queen from her tower, he appeared with her before the public at Tagrana and solemnly explained everything that had happened from the very beginning, begging his people for forgiveness; still, there should be no thought of calling off the war. Instead of kidnapping the queen, explained King Aladar, the Sherkhen had mistakenly kidnapped Tsetsa, his faithful servant. Now he, the king, would retire to the privacy of a country estate with his real queen, Rosebud, leaving Chancellor Arlok Darian to govern as regent until Prince Dorn (then aged four years) should come of age. He could not otherwise bear the shame he felt for having imprisoned his innocent Rosebud for so many months.
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	Chancellor Darian and General Larkspin argued back and forth for quite some time over this point of etiquette until the time agreed upon for the surrender was upon them and forced a compromise. They would both stand side by side at the ceremony, and they would see to which of them the Khalar chiefs would choose, unprompted, to tender their surrender.		Chancellor Darian and General Larkspin argued back and forth for quite some time over this point of etiquette until the time agreed upon for the surrender was upon them and forced a compromise. They would both stand side by side at the ceremony, and they would see to which of them the Khalar chiefs would choose, unprompted, to tender their surrender.

			=The Khalar Surrender=

	And so they gathered on their side of the border post erected upon the frontier between the Arangothian kingdom and the lands of Kahlahra with much beating of kettle-drums, blaring of martial shawms and trumpets, flying of royal pennants and whinnying of many a caparisoned and war-tested steed. Chancellor Darian wore about his neck the bejewelled golden regalia of his solemn office, while General Larkspin stood attired in his military garb, wrought with sharply-ground metal points and thick iron plates sheathed over in finest Ruthmarna goatskin. To the right of General Larkspin loomed the hulking figure of Sir Aritz Dollitrog in the habit of his knightly order, bearing in armored fist the still-bloody blade that had shorn off the head of the ignominious Helehkri a month before. The chancellor glanced over at this sword from time to time, his lip curled in disapproval at what he deemed poor taste; and besides, he thought the gory old thing might attract flies.		And so they gathered on their side of the border post erected upon the frontier between the Arangothian kingdom and the lands of Kahlahra with much beating of kettle-drums, blaring of martial shawms and trumpets, flying of royal pennants and whinnying of many a caparisoned and war-tested steed. Chancellor Darian wore about his neck the bejewelled golden regalia of his solemn office, while General Larkspin stood attired in his military garb, wrought with sharply-ground metal points and thick iron plates sheathed over in finest Ruthmarna goatskin. To the right of General Larkspin loomed the hulking figure of Sir Aritz Dollitrog in the habit of his knightly order, bearing in armored fist the still-bloody blade that had shorn off the head of the ignominious Helehkri a month before. The chancellor glanced over at this sword from time to time, his lip curled in disapproval at what he deemed poor taste; and besides, he thought the gory old thing might attract flies.
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	As the Arangothian deputation filed away from the place of surrender, the Khalar horsemen began to weep and wail, and the nine chiefs threw themselves upon their swords and died almost instantly. With that, the five years of the Sherkhen War came to an official close.		As the Arangothian deputation filed away from the place of surrender, the Khalar horsemen began to weep and wail, and the nine chiefs threw themselves upon their swords and died almost instantly. With that, the five years of the Sherkhen War came to an official close.

			=The Siren Stone=

	Now, while all the royal archives and treasures were still being returned to the palace of Tagrana beside the now-calm waters of Song Deep, there was the obligatory triumphal procession through the streets of the capital. (It was not until many years later that Drache became the capital.) There was so much cheering that the distant rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning were entirely eclipsed by it. Trumpets blasted and blared until the trumpeters' lips blistered, and the commoners tossed cats and kittens onto the various bonfires in the public squares to induce their festive caterwauling. (Yes, this was a terrible thing, and happily this custom has since died out.) At the head of the procession strutted the musicians of the royal military band with their shawms and kettle-drums and shrill pipes. Then a-marching came the infantry in their bright brass-buttoned uniforms: the regiments of Transdariania, of Arania, of East Arangoth; and in their wake came afoot the tassle-laden Rondissian hussars, Arangoth's most faithful allies, their long waxed moustaches curled out to either side of their faces, bearing aloft their serrated dress-scimitars and intricately-wrought iron battle axes, and chanting in unison: "Hu, hu, hu, hu!" Next followed all the volunteers from foreign parts, some mysteriously cloaked, some well-nigh glowing with magical intensity; and overhead flapped those winged creatures which had contributed to the victory, among them not a few dragons of various hues and sizes. Then followed the carriage bearing Darian and Larkspin, and whenever it rounded a new street corner it was met anew with a thunderous cheering and applause and an avalanche of fragrant flower-petals dumped out of bushel-baskets in the rickety upper stories of buildings to either side of the thoroughfare. Behind them, but a little higher up on an elevated benchlet, sat the ten-year-old Prince Dorn of Arangoth and his sister, the thirteen-year-old Princess Esrelinde, both waving and grinning at all the finery and excitement. Next followed another carriage bearing in it the families of the chancellor, the general, and other important persons. Behind them, upon their gallant war-mounts, rode the Knights of the Beady Eye with Sir Aritz Dollitrog at their center, still holding aloft the bloody sword which had beheaded Helehkri. The regular Arangothian and Rondissian cavalry followed next, with the rear brought up by seven dozen fine Khalar horses captured from the enemy during the war and the looted standards and insignias of the various tribal military contingents.		Now, while all the royal archives and treasures were still being returned to the palace of Tagrana beside the now-calm waters of Song Deep, there was the obligatory triumphal procession through the streets of the capital. (It was not until many years later that Drache became the capital.) There was so much cheering that the distant rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning were entirely eclipsed by it. Trumpets blasted and blared until the trumpeters' lips blistered, and the commoners tossed cats and kittens onto the various bonfires in the public squares to induce their festive caterwauling. (Yes, this was a terrible thing, and happily this custom has since died out.) At the head of the procession strutted the musicians of the royal military band with their shawms and kettle-drums and shrill pipes. Then a-marching came the infantry in their bright brass-buttoned uniforms: the regiments of Transdariania, of Arania, of East Arangoth; and in their wake came afoot the tassle-laden Rondissian hussars, Arangoth's most faithful allies, their long waxed moustaches curled out to either side of their faces, bearing aloft their serrated dress-scimitars and intricately-wrought iron battle axes, and chanting in unison: "Hu, hu, hu, hu!" Next followed all the volunteers from foreign parts, some mysteriously cloaked, some well-nigh glowing with magical intensity; and overhead flapped those winged creatures which had contributed to the victory, among them not a few dragons of various hues and sizes. Then followed the carriage bearing Darian and Larkspin, and whenever it rounded a new street corner it was met anew with a thunderous cheering and applause and an avalanche of fragrant flower-petals dumped out of bushel-baskets in the rickety upper stories of buildings to either side of the thoroughfare. Behind them, but a little higher up on an elevated benchlet, sat the ten-year-old Prince Dorn of Arangoth and his sister, the thirteen-year-old Princess Esrelinde, both waving and grinning at all the finery and excitement. Next followed another carriage bearing in it the families of the chancellor, the general, and other important persons. Behind them, upon their gallant war-mounts, rode the Knights of the Beady Eye with Sir Aritz Dollitrog at their center, still holding aloft the bloody sword which had beheaded Helehkri. The regular Arangothian and Rondissian cavalry followed next, with the rear brought up by seven dozen fine Khalar horses captured from the enemy during the war and the looted standards and insignias of the various tribal military contingents.

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	There once lived a witch, a ''pallod-tespe'', near the East Arangothian town of Tralazir. Her real name was unknown, but the local children had taken to calling her Warty-nose, and gradually the name had caught on among their parents as well. Indeed, the most notable feature about her face was an enormous wart that nearly doubled the size of her proboscis. Whenever she walked into Tralazir from her little hovel in the hills outside town, the children followed after her singing, "Warty-nose, Warty-nose, what's that on your nosey grows?" To her credit, she took these insults in stride. Unless one of them actually threw something (such as a stone, crab-apple, or kitten) at her, she saw no need to resort to the infamous "switching spell" in which she made dead twigs leap up from the ground and chase after them, beating them on their backsides all the way home. In any case, the witch believed that the townspeople expected witches to be ugly, and that her reputation made them all the more likely to seek her out to blight their neighbors' vineyards or concoct love-potions or fertility drugs. This, after all, was much of how she earned her living, although she ate mostly parsnips and radishes which she grew in her own little garden out on the hill.		There once lived a witch, a ''pallod-tespe'', near the East Arangothian town of Tralazir. Her real name was unknown, but the local children had taken to calling her Warty-nose, and gradually the name had caught on among their parents as well. Indeed, the most notable feature about her face was an enormous wart that nearly doubled the size of her proboscis. Whenever she walked into Tralazir from her little hovel in the hills outside town, the children followed after her singing, "Warty-nose, Warty-nose, what's that on your nosey grows?" To her credit, she took these insults in stride. Unless one of them actually threw something (such as a stone, crab-apple, or kitten) at her, she saw no need to resort to the infamous "switching spell" in which she made dead twigs leap up from the ground and chase after them, beating them on their backsides all the way home. In any case, the witch believed that the townspeople expected witches to be ugly, and that her reputation made them all the more likely to seek her out to blight their neighbors' vineyards or concoct love-potions or fertility drugs. This, after all, was much of how she earned her living, although she ate mostly parsnips and radishes which she grew in her own little garden out on the hill.

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