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Red Giant - Part 2
RED GIANT
Part Two - The Dream of the Rood
312 AD – The city of Gath
As Maxentius neared the entrance to the cave he felt the sensation of weightlessness. His body for a brief second became numb and he felt not himself. He paused and did his best to shake it off, resting his hands on his knees. To a passer by it would seem as if he was bowing in reverence to the cave in front of him. But there was no one else here tonight and his silent acknowledgement was witnessed only by the stars.
The cave reeked of decay. Ancient decay. Along it’s walls black moss grew and threatened to engulf Maxentius the further he descended. His torch licked the ceiling and the moss curled away reviling a reddish stone underneath. He continued, deeper.
There was a sharp drop and he slipped. Losing control of the torch, it landed a few feet in front of him and it was then that he noticed the spiders retreating into their crevices. They lined the floor. He got to his feet and picked up the torch. One of the spiders crawled onto his hand and bit him. He smashed the insect and continued on.
At last he reached his destination – the cave opened up into a large alcove. His inadaquent torch flickered and Maxentius could no longer see the ceiling, but from it dripped stinging water launched from stalactites. In the center of this new chamber was a cement tomb. He made his way down to the large sarcophagus and found a place to prop the flame up into. With both hands free he searched the smooth stone lid for a finger hold and began to lift and push. At first nothing budged, but then the stone moved. Slowly he was able to uncover the tomb completely and gaze inside.
“Goliath.” Maxentius’ voice echoed throughout the cave.
The Philistine lay silent in his tomb. His face sullen and dark and blue. Even in this state of eternal decay he was an imposing figure. And although the giants eyes were closed, Maxentius could feel Goliath looking at him. It filled him with doom.
Shaking off the dread, Maxentius dug into his leather pouch and produced a small cloth bag. He undid the string knot and began to empty the bags contents in a carefully placed circle around the tomb - salt. He made sure there were no missed spots – for his own safety the salt circle must be complete. Once finished with that he stood back and reached into his pouch again. He took out a piece of parchment, unfolded it, and started to read – and thus he began his necromancy.
Reciting the incantation, his words took a heavy tone and the air grew electric. Maxentius became enthralled at the thoughts of victory. Victory over his hated enemy Emperor Constantine. Constantine who drove his father, Maximian, to hang himself while inprisioned. From that day he swore vengeance. And vengeance was what lay before him.
There was a noise from under the earth. It moved space/time and Maxentius took a step back.
Goliath arose.
“Great warrior you are mine to command. I summoned you to follow my army into battle against Emperor Constantine. You will obey only me. The incantation I read demands this of you and you will submit to my will.” Maxentius voice was unwavering.
Goliath stared at him, his yellow eyes piercing the gloom. When he spoke it was from someplace else, “Remove the circle so we may talk about your needs and what I can do to fulfill them.”
“No. Pledge allegiance to me now, then I remove the circle.”
Goliath did not move or speak for a while, then “Very well little man. I will help you in your vengeance against this Constantine. You have my allegiance.”
Maxentius smiled.
Oct 28th 312 AD - Battle of the Milvian Bridge
Constantine had done what no one expected, he took the battle to his enemy instead of waiting. He maneuvered his armies for a great engagement at Milvian Bridge. There were warnings from his prophesiers, and talk of bad omens. The soothsayers pleaded with Constantine not to wage battle against Maxentius at this time. But last night, Constantine had a dream of his own. A dream that compelled him to ignore the dire warnings. In his dream he was brought before God. In his presence there was only light. God gave him a gift, a gift that would insure him victory against Maxentius and his armies. God spoke of Acrux, Mimosa, and Delta Crucis – stars that together formed the symbol called the “Crux”. Constantine was to take this symbol for himself and upon the shields of his men.
Maxentius reached the bridge, deterimed to keep Constantine out of Rome. Leading his army was the dark tower, Goliath. As Constantine advanced, night fell and from the eastern sky the celestial trio of the crescent moon, Venus, and the star Polaris hung over them all.
The armies clashed.
Goliath began to roar and unleash his death upon his adopted enemy, but he was stopped by the onrushing soldiers. There, on their shields, a painted symbol. A symbol of light that caused Goliath to turn away in pain. He became enraged, this light engulfed him at every turn. Maxentius’ army, stunned, fell on the swords and spears of the Constantine armada. The battle was won. Maxentius defeated. Goliath fled.
Constantine’s dream had proven the power of his God against evil. The Crux was now Constantine’s to wield. And with it, came the kingdoms of the world.
"Hear, while I tell of the best of dreams . which came to me at midnight when humankind kept their beds. It seemed that I saw the Tree itself . borne on the air, light wound round it, brightest of beams, all that beacon was . covered with gold, gems stood fair at its foot, and five rubies . set in a crux flashed from the crosstree. Around angels of God . all gazed upon it, since first fashioning fair . It was not a felon's gallows, for holy ones beheld it there . and men, and the whole Making shone for it Trophy of Victory"
From the English poem, “The Dream of the Rood”
Part Two - The Dream of the Rood
312 AD – The city of Gath
As Maxentius neared the entrance to the cave he felt the sensation of weightlessness. His body for a brief second became numb and he felt not himself. He paused and did his best to shake it off, resting his hands on his knees. To a passer by it would seem as if he was bowing in reverence to the cave in front of him. But there was no one else here tonight and his silent acknowledgement was witnessed only by the stars.
The cave reeked of decay. Ancient decay. Along it’s walls black moss grew and threatened to engulf Maxentius the further he descended. His torch licked the ceiling and the moss curled away reviling a reddish stone underneath. He continued, deeper.
There was a sharp drop and he slipped. Losing control of the torch, it landed a few feet in front of him and it was then that he noticed the spiders retreating into their crevices. They lined the floor. He got to his feet and picked up the torch. One of the spiders crawled onto his hand and bit him. He smashed the insect and continued on.
At last he reached his destination – the cave opened up into a large alcove. His inadaquent torch flickered and Maxentius could no longer see the ceiling, but from it dripped stinging water launched from stalactites. In the center of this new chamber was a cement tomb. He made his way down to the large sarcophagus and found a place to prop the flame up into. With both hands free he searched the smooth stone lid for a finger hold and began to lift and push. At first nothing budged, but then the stone moved. Slowly he was able to uncover the tomb completely and gaze inside.
“Goliath.” Maxentius’ voice echoed throughout the cave.
The Philistine lay silent in his tomb. His face sullen and dark and blue. Even in this state of eternal decay he was an imposing figure. And although the giants eyes were closed, Maxentius could feel Goliath looking at him. It filled him with doom.
Shaking off the dread, Maxentius dug into his leather pouch and produced a small cloth bag. He undid the string knot and began to empty the bags contents in a carefully placed circle around the tomb - salt. He made sure there were no missed spots – for his own safety the salt circle must be complete. Once finished with that he stood back and reached into his pouch again. He took out a piece of parchment, unfolded it, and started to read – and thus he began his necromancy.
Reciting the incantation, his words took a heavy tone and the air grew electric. Maxentius became enthralled at the thoughts of victory. Victory over his hated enemy Emperor Constantine. Constantine who drove his father, Maximian, to hang himself while inprisioned. From that day he swore vengeance. And vengeance was what lay before him.
There was a noise from under the earth. It moved space/time and Maxentius took a step back.
Goliath arose.
“Great warrior you are mine to command. I summoned you to follow my army into battle against Emperor Constantine. You will obey only me. The incantation I read demands this of you and you will submit to my will.” Maxentius voice was unwavering.
Goliath stared at him, his yellow eyes piercing the gloom. When he spoke it was from someplace else, “Remove the circle so we may talk about your needs and what I can do to fulfill them.”
“No. Pledge allegiance to me now, then I remove the circle.”
Goliath did not move or speak for a while, then “Very well little man. I will help you in your vengeance against this Constantine. You have my allegiance.”
Maxentius smiled.
Oct 28th 312 AD - Battle of the Milvian Bridge
Constantine had done what no one expected, he took the battle to his enemy instead of waiting. He maneuvered his armies for a great engagement at Milvian Bridge. There were warnings from his prophesiers, and talk of bad omens. The soothsayers pleaded with Constantine not to wage battle against Maxentius at this time. But last night, Constantine had a dream of his own. A dream that compelled him to ignore the dire warnings. In his dream he was brought before God. In his presence there was only light. God gave him a gift, a gift that would insure him victory against Maxentius and his armies. God spoke of Acrux, Mimosa, and Delta Crucis – stars that together formed the symbol called the “Crux”. Constantine was to take this symbol for himself and upon the shields of his men.
Maxentius reached the bridge, deterimed to keep Constantine out of Rome. Leading his army was the dark tower, Goliath. As Constantine advanced, night fell and from the eastern sky the celestial trio of the crescent moon, Venus, and the star Polaris hung over them all.
The armies clashed.
Goliath began to roar and unleash his death upon his adopted enemy, but he was stopped by the onrushing soldiers. There, on their shields, a painted symbol. A symbol of light that caused Goliath to turn away in pain. He became enraged, this light engulfed him at every turn. Maxentius’ army, stunned, fell on the swords and spears of the Constantine armada. The battle was won. Maxentius defeated. Goliath fled.
Constantine’s dream had proven the power of his God against evil. The Crux was now Constantine’s to wield. And with it, came the kingdoms of the world.
"Hear, while I tell of the best of dreams . which came to me at midnight when humankind kept their beds. It seemed that I saw the Tree itself . borne on the air, light wound round it, brightest of beams, all that beacon was . covered with gold, gems stood fair at its foot, and five rubies . set in a crux flashed from the crosstree. Around angels of God . all gazed upon it, since first fashioning fair . It was not a felon's gallows, for holy ones beheld it there . and men, and the whole Making shone for it Trophy of Victory"
From the English poem, “The Dream of the Rood”
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