Brobdignag

Talking Crazy in the Land of Giants. With every umbral realm, a new law is learned. Here he learns that you can't lie to the Giants.

Brobdignag: The Jackstongue Law

In the tenth week of my quest I discovered Brobdignag, a neighboring country to Arcadia Gateway.
It is a land of giants: men as huge as the hills.
They live amidst mountains and biting cold.

One night I slept beneath a frozen waterfall.
I woke suddenly as I heard the ice splintering around me, and then I was caught between a thumb and forefinger, each larger than I was!

The fingers lifted me high into the air where I saw a man so tall that birds had built nests in his tangled red beard.
He sniffed at me.
I put on a skunk's odor but the giant was not discouraged:
he opened his mouth to swallow me whole.

That is when another giant called out to stop him.
“Boggeragh!” She cried, her voice booming like distant thunder.
I looked over and saw another face like a cliffside above the treetops.
Her approach shook their branches. “Have you found something to eat?” she asked.

“And so what if I have, Ballyhoura?” grumbled my captor.

“Give it here! I am hungry.”

“Are you my wife, or my child?” roared Boggeragh. “Find your own food!”

This began an argument that shook the mountains, causing avalanches of ice and snow in the high reaches.

And then the giants heard another voice. “Excuse me!” it said. “Could I perhaps help settle your argument?”

This voice was mine. I had to shout very loud to be heard.
Both giants turned their tiny eyes on me with surprise.

“How can you help us, morsel?” asked Boggeragh.

I opened my mouth to shout, meaning to explain how I was known as a great peacemaker: but no words came out.

“See how it tries to deceive us, husband!” shrieked Ballyhoura. “It does not know that you cannot lie to a giant of Brobdignag!”

I was very upset to discover this law of the realm.
Later I learned that this was called the Jackstongue Law, an ancient sorcery laid down by the giants to humble the thieves and giant-killers always questing through their lands.

I had no choice but to speak the truth. “You have caught me! I am a liar and a thief! But I can help you settle your argument!”

The giants traded looks, for now they knew I was telling the truth. “How can you help?” They asked.

“When my people disagree, they settle the argument with a challenge.”

“A challenge? What do you mean?”

“Two mighty giants like you should have a challenge of strength!” I shouted. “And since it is about who will eat me, let us see who has the stronger jaws! Who can crush the hardest stones in their teeth? That giant will win this morsel for dinner!”

Boggeragh and Ballyhoura looked at one another, knowing my pledge to be eaten was the truth.
Each giant bared its fearsome teeth.

“This sounds fair,” said Ballyhoura, confident. She remembered eating a king and his castle once.

“I agree,” said Boggeragh. He remembered devouring a hillside just for the juicy bear-filled center.

“Then let the challenge begin!” I cried.

For half a day I watched as Boggeragh and Ballyhoura crushed great boulders in their teeth.
Each was so determined to defeat the other that they chewed and chewed until their mouths ran red with blood.
Tears rolled down their craggy cheeks from their tiny eyes.
They ate until the hills were flat.

At last Ballyhoura spat blood and bone. “Ah, it hurts! I cannot take another bite.”

Boggeragh seized me in his fist. “And so it is decided – the morsel is mine!”

He popped me into his mouth.

But he had no teeth left to chew me with! He had broken them all off chewing boulders.

The giant mushed me between bloody gums and swallowed me whole. Unhurt, I sat in his cavernous stomach and waited.

Hours later I heard his breath like thunder coming and going in the rhythms of sleep.
I drew my klaive and cut myself free.
By the time the pain of it had traveled from his stomach to his brain, I was gone.


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