"This is the turmoil of war!"
I cried, "if there be war in hell." "There is," said he, "there cannot
be but continuous warfare here." When we were on the point of going out
to know of the affair, I beheld the jaws of the Pit open and belch forth
thousands of hideous, greenish candles--for such had Lucifer and his
chiefs become after surviving the tempest. But when he heard the din of
war he turned more livid than Death, and began to call out, and levy
armies of his proven veterans to suppress the tumult. While thus
occupied he came across a little imp, who had escaped between the feet of
the warriors. "What is the matter?" demanded the King. "Such a matter
as will endanger your crown, an you look not to it." Close upon this
one's heels another devilish courier in a harsh voice cries: "You that
plan the disquietude of others, look now to your own peace; yonder are
the Turks, the Papists and the murderous Roundheads in three armies,
filling the whole plain of Darkness, committing every outrage and turning
everything topsy-turvey." "How came they out?" demanded the Evil One,
frowning more terribly than Demigorgon.
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