Suikoden V - Alpha Prince

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Sialeeds strode down the hall, her mind racing. Could she do it? Could she take part in an attack that would not only possibly kill Faroush but undoubtedly many of the people she had come to know and care for at Ceras Lake Castle. She didn’t want to accept it. That somewhere within her was a creature that would do just that. The same creature that had made her betray him in the first place. Duty…

The Godwins…the Barrows….the whole rotten nest of the senate had to be destroyed if Falena could be truly free and prosperous. The Prince could defeat the Godwins and unite the country but then in another decade or so another plot would be hatched and the cycle would repeat, just as it was now. She remembered the horrible years of the Royal Succession Conflict where her mother and aunts had been used as pawns by the noble families in their quest for the throne.

Eventually that poison had infected the women and it had only got worse as they threw their own personal grudges and animosities into the fray. She remembered the murders, the constant fear, the upheaval….

Runes! They’d thought they’d won, that they’d put a stop to it. She and Haswar had renounced any claim to the throne to let Arshtat rule….Her sister had made a good start at curtailing the powers of the nobles despite a few bumps in the road. It looked like Falena might actually have put those bloody days behind her….

But she hadn’t. The Godwins had murdered Arshtat and Ferid…

No…she would sacrifice Faroush wouldn’t she….but the Godwins would pay for it. They’d given her the weapon that she would use to wipe Falena clean.

She shook the troubling thoughts out of her head. What she needed was a distraction…

Looking around, she noticed her feet had taken her to Alenia’s room. Her anger flared…she’d take her frustration out on the little bitch…Too bad she didn’t have her Faroush…

A young servant was passing by right that moment, a pretty girl with her brown hair up in a bun.

“Excuse me, miss. Could you go to my room and fetch something for me?”

The servant curtsied, “Of course, Lady Sialeeds. What is it?”

Sialeeds studied the girl. She really was quite attractive with a lovely lush figure for one so young. “What’s your name?”

“Oellia, my lady.” She answered with a look of surprise.

Sialeeds chuckled, “Why the face, my dear?”
She flushed, “Forgive me. It’s not my place, my lady”

“Oh none of that now. You can relax around me. I’m not going to get mad no matter what you say. I’m not like the others”

Oellia stared for a moment as Sialeeds raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh, Not many bother to learn our names or even…”

“…or even deign to notice a servant’s existence other than to give orders, right? You know it didn’t used to be like that…before..”

“That’s what some of the older ones say but it’s hard to believe. I’m from Stormfist.”

Ahh…that explained it, thought Sialeeds as she said, “Well, Oellia would you mind going and getting the object that’s under my pillow and bring it back here? I’ll be in this room.”

The way the girl’s eyes widened it was obvious she knew exactly what Sialeeds was referring to. She assumed either she had cleaned her room at one point or had heard from another servant who had. Oellia nodded quickly and practically ran down the hall. Ha… See if one of these bastards gets that kind of service…

Sialeeds didn’t bother to knock and opened the door. Inside she found the room to be empty. Of course! Alenia would be out playing military commander with her cavalry company. Sialeeds chided herself. Despite her feeling towards the woman she shouldn’t act as if she was completely incompetent. Underestimating her opponents even ones that seemed to be completely vanquished was a fatal mistake. Alenia was actually quite a talented army officer and her unit was one of the most feared on the battlefield.

She sighed. What was she going to do with herself now? Alenia would be out drilling her soldiers the rest of the afternoon. She suspected it was the only place the proud woman felt completely herself with the way she was used by Sialeeds and the way the Godwins treated her after how she behaved while under the influence of the Twilight rune.

Sialeeds flopped on to the bed and resigned herself to wait. Maybe Oellia would provide a distraction. She had felt the Twilight rune’s influence as well as her own natural charisma act upon the girl. An image formed in her mind of the girl bent over with her dress’s skirts lifted and Sialeeds’ fingers buried deep in the girl’s wet pussy. The idea turned her on and looking at her hand and the soft glowing Twilight rune she wondered if it had come up with that image.

She banished the thought from her mind for a moment while a sudden impulse had her reach for the small nightstand next to the bed. Pulling open a drawer, she found a leatherbound book. Book? Alenia wasn’t exactly the reading type…

Sialeeds opened it and flipped to a random page….a diary! Alenia kept a diary….oh how delightful!

Oh True Fire, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I thought becoming one with a true rune would make me more powerful but I feel so weak. Sometimes I feel this presense in my head. It makes me feel things and it presses against me, clouding my thoughts. And as I feel so meek and worthless everyone around me suddenly seems so powerful and confident. In conversations, I start off knowing what I want to say but as soon as Lord Godwin or Gizel or even Zahak say something, I get confused and…
I looked like a fool today! Gizel asked me for a report on the status of my company. I gave it to him but he asked a question about provisions and I…just forgot..everything….

Interesting. Sialeeds skipped ahead.

Lord Godwin called me in for a private audience today. Something happened… He wanted to discuss my part in the next campaign. Everything went normally and my mind held together for the entire time, thank the True Runes! But as I was leaving he told me to wait..
He came around his desk and got very close. I was suddenly nervous as he stared down at me. He then said, “Bend over”
I was in shock and said, “What?”
He grabbed me and forced me over the chair. I couldn’t do anything…and I didn’t want to. He placed his hands upon my bottom and he squeezed for quite some time. He told me he hadn’t felt ‘buns’ this nice since his wife died. He pressed his crotch to my bottom and I could feel his engorged manhood. After a moment, he stepped away and yelled at me. He said I was a slut and a whore…I…almost cried. But my panties were so wet when he finally ordered me to leave. What’s happening to me?

Wow…Sialeeds’s own panties were getting a little wet. She flipped some more pages.

It happened again. I ordered one of the servants to attend me in my bath. She was a pretty girl, her brown hair all up in a bun.
She washed me for a while just as the other servants did. But after a while I became concerned as she seemed to be paying quite a lot of attention to my womanhood. I was soon shocked to feel her fingers inside me! It felt good and I moaned.
She removed her fingers after a bit and I felt myself begging her to put them back.
She asked me why she should and I told her it was her place to obey…though I didn’t know how I managed to say that I felt so small.
She told me to look at her and she asked who looked like the Lady and who looked like the servant. I did…and oh her breasts were so full and her body so soft and lush. I knew it was I who looked like the laborer, my body hard and tight from my training, my small bosom nothing next to hers. I told her as much and she nodded…
Soon she was giving the orders. I bathed her body thoroughly for atleast an hour. She made me clean her womanhood with my mouth and I even had to apply one soapy finger to her….bottom. I must admit that I enjoyed myself especially feeling those lovely breasts of hers against my flat chest.

Could it be, Oellia? Sialeeds wouldn’t have thought the sweet girl had it in her. Probably not, there were a whole lot of servants in the palace. She continued…

I was sent to talk to the Queen as she was being troublesome again and Gizel was away in Doraat. I….I heard some strange noises as I knocked on her door. No one answered and I went in.
Lymsleia and her bodyguard were…making love to each other. Both naked, laying across each other…their mouths pressed to each others womanhoods. I stood there in shock not saying a word as I watched. I don’t know how long I stood there lost in the strange power of the scene. It was so beautiful and wrong at the same time. I found myself aroused so very quickly.
Then the Queen saw me. She instantly pulled herself away from Miakis and began to yell at me. She screamed awful things about me. She said I killed her parents…that I wasn’t worthy to wear the uniform…
She had Miakis approach me with her knives…I couldn’t move…I felt so weak. Miakis lashed out at me with her blades and I thought I was going to die…that I deserved to die..Lymsleia thought so didn’t she?
The knives flickered all across my body but to my surprise never once did they draw blood. My sword remained in its scabbard the entire time, looking back on it now… I know not where my warrior instincts had gone.
After a few moments that seemed to stretch forever, the nude bodyguard stepped back an arrogant smirk upon her face. Looking down I let out a small cry as my uniform was in tatters, my naked body exposed to their eyes. The only clothing intact was the strap crossing my torso that held my sheathed sword across my back. I covered my privates but Lymsleia ordered me not to.
I lowered my arms hesitantly. The Queen studied me carefully and started laughing. She made fun of my chest. She commented on how I was no more developed than she, a mere girl. And she assured me we wouldn’t be equal for long. Judging by the size of her nipples compared to my tiny nipples, I knew she was right. She would have the generous endowments of her family. Gizel…

Sialeeds looked up from the diary as the doors to the room swung open. Oellia had returned.



The group rounded the last outcropping of rock hiding the bandit’s camp. Lyon and Kyle stepped ahead of the Prince, she with her short nagamaki held low while Kyle’s katana was held in his customary high position. Miakis walked behind Faroush her knives in hand. Isato strode several paces behind them his bow held low, one arrow already nocked. Roy was following orders and was staying back with the elf much to his chagrin.

“Sweet Feitas…” muttered Kyle

Faroush’s eyes hardened as his gaze crossed the scattered and mutilated corpses wearing the uniform of the Sable Guard, obviously the rest of the patrol that had went on ahead after sending back Faylon.

A cruel voice called out, “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” The sound drew his eyes to the cave mouth where he could now make out a figure in a hulking set of armor. It’s black color having allowed him to blend in with the cave.

“Who are you?” called out Faroush as Kyle and Lyon stepped to the side. Lyon’s hand shot out to keep him from moving past them.

“I’m Yuber and you would be the illustrious Prince Faroush! How goes the Gathering? You’re down one fat boy…hope that won’t be a problem…” Roy stepped forward and was about to shout in anger at the man but Isato’s foot slamming down upon his caused him to freeze, he whispered, “Let the Prince negotiate…”

Hearing Yuber’s words, Faroush’s hands had tightened on his tri-nunchaku as he pressed it firmly into the ground. This bastard was sick…and for his other words, he didn’t really know what the murderer was talking about other than that stone tablet that strange woman had given them. The real question was…where was Faylen? Did he have her?

“What do you want?” he said not bothering to respond to the man’s taunts.

Yuber’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “Oh what an inquisitive soul you are, Tenkai! What do I want? I want chaos…I want to hear the screams of children as I tear their loved ones’ throats out…I want to see the pain and horror in your eyes as your intestines spill out on the ground…I-oh sorry about that…feeling rather loquacious. Anyway, what I really want in this particular instance is your rune.”

The group had just looked at each other during this tirade as if to ask, “Is this guy for real?” But the Prince’s bodyguards’ hands tightened upon their weapons as they heard his last sentence.

“Really? I assume you have something to trade.”

“Indeed, I do!” Yuber shouted cheerfully while reaching behind him. He pulled a very frightened Faylen in front of him and laid his blade upon her shoulder. “Now, in order for the girl to live…here’s what needs to happen: Your going to stretch out that arm with my rune on it…..then one of your pretty girls there are going to cut it off. Toss me the arm then you get the girl! Easy as can be!” He began to laugh.

Faroush’s blood ran cold at the thought. Cut off his arm…could he actually do that? He heard a couple of gasps from his companions while Kyle swore. Lyon’s voice was utterly emotionless, “It lies. It will kill Faylen no matter what we do.”

“Noo” moaned Roy not willing to believe it as Isato gripped his arm tightly.

Faroush yelled, “Why should we trust you?”

“You shouldn’t.” it said simply before continuing, “And I grow weary of talk. How about I kill you all instead?” With those words he pulled back his sword and even as Faroush leapt into motion, Faylen’s stomach erupted as Yuber’s blade pierced it. Her body jerked upward as Yuber slashed upwards splitting her torso apart in a shower of blood, his serrated blade exiting her shoulder.

She died instantly without a sound as Yuber casually cast the limp body away.

The entire group began moving seconds after Faroush. Before he could break ahead however, a foot hooked around his ankle and he slammed to the ground. He saw Lyon and Kyle sprint ahead as he tasted dirt. Miakis was suddenly at his side, helping him roughly to his feet, “Sorry, Prince”

He didn’t say a word as he started running not for Yuber but the body sprawled nearby, Miakis a step behind.

He willed his body to move faster as Faylen’s blood seemed to poor out of the massive wound in torrents. He was aware of the clashing sounds of blades as Kyle and Lyon met Yuber. Faroush felt a pang of worry for Lyon but he pushed it aside as he threw himself to the ground next to Faylen. As he held his hand over her body and called for the rune he sensed Miakis stand nearby placing herself between him and the furiously battling warriors.

Faroush had to force himself to look at the awful wound and he felt like throwing up it was so terrible. He could see her insides…it…He just focused on his rune. He didn’t really know how this worked. He didn’t have time to figure it out. He’d healed Lyon but it had just happened. Oh Feitas! Just heal her! Please…Work Damn you!


Isato put his bow away immediately as Faylen was killed, calling upon his rune and chanting. Even if he managed to catch her soul, it would do little good in a body so broken. But he would try…their lives were so fleeting and this young one had lived so little…

Yuber’s face twisted into a sick smile as he took in the various responses to the girl’s death. He began laughing throwing his arms wide as the two knights ran towards him intent upon spilling his blood.

Lyon slowed as she drew closer to the demon. It had moved several slow steps forward as the knights sprinted towards it but now it stopped. It held its fanged blade out to the side as if inviting an attack. Kyle pounded past her, his fury overriding his caution. Lyon grimaced, not bothering to try and call him back. All she could do now was support him and she followed grimly.

Kyle brought his blade slashing down upon the armored man who still had yet to bring his weapon into a guard position. Lyon couldn’t believe her eyes as Yuber’s arm seemed to blur it moved so fast across his body to knock Kyle’s sword aside with ease. The serrated blade then flashed downward towards the blonde knight’s suddenly unprotected torso.

Kyle tried to bring his blade back down to block the descending sword but this beast was so fast! It felt as if he was moving in slow motion. How could anyone move so fast? Suddenly Yuber’s blade flickered away as Lyon lunged forward, her own blade flashing towards the creature’s unprotected thigh. Relief filled Kyle as he sidled to the side and thrust his sword. No matter how fast Yuber was he couldn’t stop two blades, especially if they could get him from opposite sides.

Unfortunately, that didn’t turn out to be the case. Yuber was a whirlwind, his impossible speed more than made up for being outnumbered. His sword flashed back and forth blocking and even managing to go on the offensive time and time again. He’d knock a blade away and then his sword would lash out just long enough before it would flash back to the other knight’s attack.

It was the longest sword fight Lyon had ever been in. Outside of ceremonial duels most fights were brutally short, lasting seconds only. One combatant moved faster better that was that. This was totally different. It was almost a stalemate except that every time one of them slipped past his defenses, they were inevitably only able to strike at places covered in his massive black armor. While Yuber was managing to get through their defenses occasionally even if only shallowly. So far he had only been able to cause superficial wounds. Kyle had half a dozen cuts while Lyon’s light armor was damaged in a few places.

Suddenly, Lyon saw stars as the wind was knocked from her. Yuber had suddenly lashed out with one armored boot smashing her sword back against her chest and knocking her to the ground even as his blade parried Kyle’s strike. Lyon was back on her feet in seconds but that brief instant was too much.

Finally able to focus on one enemy, Yuber’s blade danced around Kyle’s attempts to ward him off with ease. Kyle grunted in pain as the sword plunged into his side. He nearly passed out as the sword was jerked out again, the jagged edges tearing his flesh to shreds. He found himself on the ground even as Yuber turned to face a raging Lyon. Pressing one hand to the gaping wound he tried to get to his feet. He couldn’t let Lyon face him alone…

Faroush had almost given up hope. He’d kneeled over Faylen’s broken body, concentrating as hard as he could on healing her. He imagined her whole once more. He focused on memories of her…walking, talking, getting into trouble with her fellow bandits. He tried imaging her flesh coming together, her bones mending, the awful wound closing, her eyes opening… He tried everything he could think of…It just wasn’t working. He forced his mind not to accept the possibility that was threatening to take over… that she might just be gone…

Isato stood nearby his lips murmuring the same arcane words over and over. Purple light glowed from his hands as his eyes concentrated upon the circles of lights and symbols that rotated in the air above the Prince and the girl. He had her soul…It had been… not easy but not as bad as he had expected. The will to live again was strong and he would be able to maintain the runic wards hiding and protecting the girl from the Soul Eater for some time yet… as long as he wasn’t interrupted. But the body itself must live before the soul could be returned and it didn’t look like the Prince was going to succeed.

Indeed it was probably for the best…with such a wound, it might be the prince’s soul he’d have to save next…

Faroush collapsed upon her his chest against hers. Damn it all! What would it take! He would give anything to bring this innocent beautiful girl back to life….Anything! He shouted in his mind…anything!

A familiar sensation ran up his arm. Pulling back a bit, he saw his arm engulfed in a pinkish-orange glow. Yes! The rune was awake! It was going to heal her!

Swiftly he brought his rune hand over the gaping wound and willed it to heal her.

The Dawn rune poured its energy into the girl answering the call of its bearer. Its waves cascaded over the gaping wound and little sparks of pink light crawled along the broken body. The trillions of dying cells within her flesh suddenly perked up and began multiplying rapidly. Bones re-knit themselves and seemed to move of their own accord.

Faroush watched in awe but after a few moments he noticed the rune’s light begin to dim. Looking at the jagged hole that had begun to close, he saw the healing process slow down right before his eyes. ‘Noo… you’re not done yet!’ he shouted in his mind.

The rune was spurred on by its bearer’s will but its reserves were exhausted. It did as it was bid and started its work anew now drawing from its bearer.

Faroush grinned as the light brightened and the flesh began reforming once more. Even as he was filled with elation, he was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. This was new…. Still, he could see the wound healing. It took a few moments but he began feeling a dull pain spreading throughout his side. What?! What was happening? He shook the thought out of his head. He could handle the pain….whatever the cost…just so long as she kept healing.

He felt wetness down along his front. Glancing down, his eyes widened. His entire front was covered in blood…his blood…

Everything went dark.

Isato grimaced as he watched the Prince’s plight. The wound had been too great as he had feared. But there had been nothing he could do that wouldn’t have erased all Faroush’s efforts. Releasing his concentration would have cast Faylen’s soul into the eternal embrace of the Soul Eater. It was here now, ravenous for its prize. The healing had gone on for too long. After a couple of minutes, it was impossible to hide from its hunger.

The elf readied himself. He would have to release Faylen’s soul immediately if the Prince died. It would be the only way to save him for his wound might not be as difficult to heal. The Soul Eater would take the girl and Isato might be able to return Faroush’s soul instantly if he was lucky. Still…to sacrifice the girl….

He glanced quickly at the last knights barely containing the furious violence of Yuber a few meters away. This all might not matter much if Lyon went down. Kyle’s body was sprawled out bleeding from half a dozen wounds. Miakis had finally stopped merely guarding the prince and joined the fray along with Roy.

The Dawn rune was barely conscious it was so weakened. Its now mostly animal mind could sense its master fail and knew it must stop the healing in order to save him. Still the force of the prince’s will lingered upon it. He wanted her healed at any cost….any cost… The rune coiled upon itself over and over before a sliver of its power just happened to cross the rage rune upon his other hand.

A bond! With lightning speed, the rune pounced upon this thread of life force following it to its source.

Lyon fought like she’d never fought before. There was no conscious thought now. Her body reacted with the instinct of all the years of intensive training. She knew she was fighting better than she’d ever fought before. She had to….if she failed her love would die.

Yuber moved so fast…but he wasn’t as skilled as she…

Kyle had fallen, she hoped he still breathed but she had not the time to worry over such things. Her world was her sword and the jagged blade of her opponent. Briefly Miakis and Roy had joined in. She’d wanted to stop them for they were outmatched, Miakis’s daggers simply weren’t the right weapons and Roy hadn’t the skill not to mention he was so overcome with rage he could barely hold his weapon properly. She’d thrown herself against Yuber with increased ferocity knowing they couldn’t withstand him.

Despite her efforts his blade had pierced Roy’s thigh. Miakis had the presence of mind to pull the boy away. She knew she was outmatched and Lyon blessed the smart girl. Miakis fell back to defend Roy and the others allowing Lyon to concentrate on the fight.

She was managing to repel all of his attacks but she wasn’t used to fighting for this long. Her arms were starting to burn from exertion and Yuber showed no sign of tiring. She would persevere… She would kill this disgusting creature…she had to..

Suddenly a wave of nausea hit her and her blade faltered.

Yuber took advantage of this immediately, his sword flashing in… At the last second, he turned it aside and slammed his boot into her once more. She hit the ground, intense pain spreading throughout her torso. She tried to get up but she felt as weak as a kitten.

Yuber stood over her. His lips curved as his cruel voice intoned, “You fought so well little girl….never have I fought one who could give themselves to the chaos of the blade as you did. So I thought it would be a shame to kill you so quick. No…you deserve more…hey!” He growled as the girl’s body went limp. “No falling asleep during my monologues!” A huge amount of blood quickly appeared staining her shirt. What the?! She hadn’t taken any wounds like that from him….

Oh well…He raised his sword to finally rid her of her orderly shape.

Only to be flung aside as a massive bolt of purple lightning slammed into him. His body shot through the air before finally stopping with a crunch against some boulders thirty meters away.

“Die!” shouted Miakis as she threw her glowing hands forth and another bolt crossed the distance between her and the demon in less than a second.

It slammed into him before he had a chance to even stand fully up and his body was once again thrown against the rocks.

Miakis gasped with breath as the glow faded from her hands. She wasn’t a particularly strong rune user and now she was thoroughly spent. She’d put as much force into those bolts as possible. The cost of doing so was high. It was why standard operating procedure for a rune using warrior was to not use magic unless you could be absolutely positive the spells would vanquish your target. If they didn’t you were then in an incredibly weakened state which was generally not the best way to go about a fight.

Miakis rushed over to Lyon, her legs on fire as if she’d just run ten miles. “Lyon! Oh runes….” There was so much blood… She didn’t know where to start and began frantically looking for the wound underneath Lyon’s uniform.

“Hahhaaaahha…oh I haven’t had so much fun since….well, this morning!” a cruel voice called out.

Miakis looked up and her already dismal heart sunk. The black armored fiend was walking casually toward her seemingly completely un-phased by her attacks. Nooo….Lyon was dying….and she couldn’t stop this bastard from killing them all…she couldn’t stand against him completely healthy…and she certainly couldn’t now…her grip tightened on her daggers…she’d die trying…

Yuber’s slow motions suddenly stopped. His foot was caught… Looking down he started to laugh. His right boot was encased in a chunk of ice that was ever so slowly creeping up his leg. “Hahahhahahaha…is that the best you can do, water boy?” He cast his eyes towards the blonde knight lying prone on the ground one hand outstretched with a shallow blue light.

With a wave of his hand and a flicker from the Eight-fold cast the ice block into a thousand shards of expanding crystals. He continued his forward step, enjoying the despair on their faces. Was this it? The stars of destiny would falter so easily?

Isato watched in horror. He had to let her soul be taken. He had to do something! He was not a powerful warrior but he had to try. But the wards would falter the moment, he let his concentration break, even paying attention to his surroundings was weakening it! The prince was unconscious collapsed over the girl’s body. He wasn’t dead but he certainly wasn’t healing though the small glow from his rune had kept the elf hoping he would still pull it off…

But no…it had been too long… he would not let Miakis face the beast alone. Who knew, maybe his arrows would provide just enough of a distraction…

I’m sorry…his lips paused their steady murmuring, even as his hands flew to his bow and nocked an arrow with practiced ease. The purple circles faded in the sky above and Isato sent his first arrow careening towards Yuber’s exposed throat even as Miakis moved to meet him.

An explosion of green runic energy erupted directly in front of the elf and he fell back in surprise.

Yuber grinned as the girl strode towards him blood in her eye. He thought about it briefly…yes…she would definitely be very pretty with the left side of her face shorn off. Yep…no doubt about it…

He readied the killing blow and turned his head briefly letting the arrow some impolite elf had fired at him jounce harmlessly off his helmet…stupid elves…

He swung…

Suddenly, wind energy filled the area. His blade whistled through the air totally missing the knight who was now inexplicably laying face first on the ground in front of him. She seemed to be struggling to get up but couldn’t move under the immense force of wind pressing down upon her.

Yuber looked around. The area was a spinning maelstrom. The little camp was at the center of towering walls of wind and dust. Rocks, sticks, and equipment were plucked off the ground and sent spiraling into the air. The people however were pressed firmly to the ground. All except Yuber…the wind seemed to pass right around him.

Alright…who the hell was spoiling his party? He raised his rune hand to call the Eight-fold even as his other hand brought his sword down to finish off the girl in front of him.

That’s when the tree hit. It appeared out of one of the walls of the tornado and crashed into him moving at a ridiculous speed. His last thought before it smashed into him was, “That same fucking tre-“

It carried him up into the maelstrom.

***What do you think? My first attempt at action scenes so...probably not so great as it was in my mind***