Oliver D. Bernuetz's Stories Back to my home page - back to stories Whitewall - The Battle of Little Big's Horn I'm not quite sure what was going on here, but
there was a battle between various beings to possess Little Big and his
Horn with its wonderous properties. Orlanth won, and being keen on
freedom, instead of nicking Little Big's Horn, freed him in return for a
promise of friendship. Little Big then leapt away... "Old Top When Orlanth released Little Big he untied
the bonds here. Little Big leapt to Sartar's Knoll, then to Whitewall, and
then out of sight." Little Big's Battle After Orlanth had severed his bonds at Old Top
Little Big had leapt to Sartar's Knoll and from there to Whitewall.
There he needed to rest. He curled up in a ball atop the high tor
and slept. Now Little Big had two horns on his head. One
spiral, one curled. One big, one little. One for peace and
plenty, one for war and scarcity. Many powers sought his horns for
their power. He had long fled them and had learned many mighty leaps
during the pursuit. But no matter how many of his leaps he used his
foes were always close behind him. After he had exhausted every leap
but one they finally cornered him and bound him while they argued over who
would get his horns. He was saved when his master's master came and
did battle with his enemies. At first Little Big feared that Orlanth
too would take his horns but he just ruffled his wool and sent him on his
way. And so there he was. Once Little Big had slept enough he awoke
and saw that he was on top of a mighty Tor. He looked around and saw
that there was an abudance of lush grass around the Tor's base. And
not only that but a beautiful flock of white ewes. Now Little Big
had been running from his foes for a long time and he had never had the
time to cover any ewes. His tails wagged at the sight and he was all
set to leap down and cavort with them when he heard an angry bleat.
He turned and saw a midnight black ram. "Mine," bawed the Ram
and he dug at the rock with his forehoof leaving a groove. Well this
was a fight that Little Big could handle himself. Lowering his two
horns he charged the black ram. The black ram did the same and there
was a mighty clash when they met. The pair battled back and forth
over the top of the Tor, scoring the rock and knocking each other every
which way. They were so evenly matched that it seemed that neither
could win. Suddenly though the black ram struck Little Big and with
a loud crack one of his horns broke off. Well this was enough for
him and using the one leap he had never used before he leapt up, off the
Tor and out of sight. Black Beauty, for that was the black ram's
name nodded in satisfaction and descended from the Tor to show his ewes
who was in charge. And there Little Big's horn lay until Sestarto came to build Whitewall and he left the horn lying where it was and built around it because like everyone else he had no idea which horn Little Big had lost. Last updated October 07, 2016 Glorantha is a trademark of Chaosium, Inc. Gloranthan material on this page is copyright ©1997-2016 by Oliver D. Bernuetz or by the author specifically mentioned on an individual page. Glorantha is the creation of Greg Stafford, and is used with his permission. Email me at bernuetz@mymts.net
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