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Fantasy Fan, v. 1, issue 7, March 1934
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104 THE FANTASY FAN March, 1934 we fought. I alone lived. I was dizzy and faint. The land lay like a dream before me. Only now do all things seem natural and familiar. The woman came and taunted me. She was beautiful as a frozen flame from hell. When I looked at her I was as one mad, and forgot all else in the world. I followed her Did you not find her tracks. Or the giants in icy mail I slew?" Niord shook his head. "We found only your tracks in the snow, Amra." "Then it may be I was mad," said Amra dazedly. "Yet you yourself are no more real to me than was the golden haired witch who fled naked across the snows before me. Yet from my very hands she vanished in icy flame." "He is delirious," whispered a warrior. "Not so!" cried an older man, whose eyes were wild and weird. "It was Atali, the daughter of Ymir, the frost-giant! To fields of the dead she comes, and shows herself to the dying! Myself when a boy I saw her, when I lay half-slain on the bloody field of Wolraven. I saw her walk among the dead in the snows, her naked body gleaming like ivory and her golden hair like a blinding flame in the moonlight. I lay and howled like a dying dog because I could not crawl after her. She lures men from stricken fields into the wastelands to be slain by her brothers, the ice-giants, who lay men's red hearts smoking on Ymir's board. Amra has seen Atali, the frost-giant's daughter!" "Bah!" grunted Horsa. "Old Gorm's mind was turned in his youth by a sword cut on the head. Amra was delirious with the fury of battle. Look how his helmet is dinted. Any of those blows ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- FANTASY BOOK by Lester Anderson "Gandle Follows His Nose" by Heywood Broun (Boni & Liveright 1926) Our Scripps-Howard correspondent turns out a short allegorical fantasy which concerns itself with the adventures of one Bunny Gandle who, when 18 years of age, was taken, by his uncle, to the sorcerer Boaz, wherefrom he managed to escape with the cape of invisibility. We travel with him to strange lands. We hear of his finding and the subsequent loss of the magic lamp, his victory over the God Kla, the repulsion of the armies of King Helgas, and his sojourn in the Land of the Flying Sword. We meet our old friend, Yom, the genie who is much perturbed when Gandle orders him to bring a poached egg, of all things. Yom, incidentally, tenders young Gandle some sage advice concerning Life which the youth cannot grasp. Who cam blame him, as the genie had 5694 years of experience. The underlying current in this piece is that of "wishfulfilment," which I think, was what Broun primarily had in mind. It makes novel reading from all angles. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- might have addled his brain. It was an hallucination he followed into the wastes. He is from the south; what does he know of Atali?" "You speak truth, perhaps," muttered Amra. "It was all strange and weird -- by Crom!" He broke off, glaring at the object that still dangled from his clenched left fist; the others gaped silently at the veil he held up -- a wisp of gossamer that was never spun by human distaff.
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104 THE FANTASY FAN March, 1934 we fought. I alone lived. I was dizzy and faint. The land lay like a dream before me. Only now do all things seem natural and familiar. The woman came and taunted me. She was beautiful as a frozen flame from hell. When I looked at her I was as one mad, and forgot all else in the world. I followed her Did you not find her tracks. Or the giants in icy mail I slew?" Niord shook his head. "We found only your tracks in the snow, Amra." "Then it may be I was mad," said Amra dazedly. "Yet you yourself are no more real to me than was the golden haired witch who fled naked across the snows before me. Yet from my very hands she vanished in icy flame." "He is delirious," whispered a warrior. "Not so!" cried an older man, whose eyes were wild and weird. "It was Atali, the daughter of Ymir, the frost-giant! To fields of the dead she comes, and shows herself to the dying! Myself when a boy I saw her, when I lay half-slain on the bloody field of Wolraven. I saw her walk among the dead in the snows, her naked body gleaming like ivory and her golden hair like a blinding flame in the moonlight. I lay and howled like a dying dog because I could not crawl after her. She lures men from stricken fields into the wastelands to be slain by her brothers, the ice-giants, who lay men's red hearts smoking on Ymir's board. Amra has seen Atali, the frost-giant's daughter!" "Bah!" grunted Horsa. "Old Gorm's mind was turned in his youth by a sword cut on the head. Amra was delirious with the fury of battle. Look how his helmet is dinted. Any of those blows ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- FANTASY BOOK by Lester Anderson "Gandle Follows His Nose" by Heywood Broun (Boni & Liveright 1926) Our Scripps-Howard correspondent turns out a short allegorical fantasy which concerns itself with the adventures of one Bunny Gandle who, when 18 years of age, was taken, by his uncle, to the sorcerer Boaz, wherefrom he managed to escape with the cape of invisibility. We travel with him to strange lands. We hear of his finding and the subsequent loss of the magic lamp, his victory over the God Kla, the repulsion of the armies of King Helgas, and his sojourn in the Land of the Flying Sword. We meet our old friend, Yom, the genie who is much perturbed when Gandle orders him to bring a poached egg, of all things. Yom, incidentally, tenders young Gandle some sage advice concerning Life which the youth cannot grasp. Who cam blame him, as the genie had 5694 years of experience. The underlying current in this piece is that of "wishfulfilment," which I think, was what Broun primarily had in mind. It makes novel reading from all angles. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- might have addled his brain. It was an hallucination he followed into the wastes. He is from the south; what does he know of Atali?" "You speak truth, perhaps," muttered Amra. "It was all strange and weird -- by Crom!" He broke off, glaring at the object that still dangled from his clenched left fist; the others gaped silently at the veil he held up -- a wisp of gossamer that was never spun by human distaff.
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