XX. Sir Symon rode back to his keep, and ordered the servants to close the drawbridge and portcullis. He had archers placed upon the battlements, commanded footmen to patrol the courtyard and corridors at every hour of the night. But these precautions could not forestall the trespassing feet of Tygris, the felpuur assassin. That feline fiend appeared behind Symon as he sat before his fireplace, and bit deep into his neck.
XXI. The keep's guards burst into the chamber, and found the murderous felpuur standing atop their master's bloody corpse. Yet they feared to avenge him, for they had heard of what befell each slayer in the chain which had stretched from Abalar to Tygris -- and knew that if one among their number struck the assassin down they too would suffer a similar fate. Sensing this, the felpuur laughed. He pushed his way past them, believing that none would dare smite him. But one of the guards was more cunning than his companions. He called out for them to thrust their weapons into Tygris in the same instant, that there might be no true successor. United they struck, and Tygris perished.
XI. Jantar took nine paces, shaking his marotte in victory, before Kalatha the Kruel leapt upon him. The barbarian had long despised the jester for mocking her poor spelling, and yearned too for the title to which the fool had laid claim. She seized him in her mighty arms, lifted him high above her head, then broke his spine across her knee.
XII. Kalatha cast a suspicious gaze at those around her, wondering who might covert her title and wish to do her harm. She could not be certain, so she drew her weapons and put the entire town to the sword. Even the piglets. Then she traveled towards the next town, seeking to visit its skilled armorers and purchase sturdy armor capable of shielding her flesh from blade or arrow. But Lemun, a druid with an affinity for swine, had sensed the piglets' death cries. He came to avenge them, and encountered Kalatha on the road. Her threats of her prowess and her deeds availed her naught. Lemun transformed into a great boar and gored her to death.
XIII. Lernun trotted home, still wearing his porcine guise. This proves his undoing, for he was set upon by Morthala the Muncher -- a woman of voracious appetite who hungered for bacon. Morthala hacked Lemun apart, and dined on both his flesh and his offal. It was in eating his brain that she learned of all which had transpired, and declared herself the greatest warrior who had ever lived.
XIV. Morthala grew hungry on her way back to her dwelling. So she stopped, and glanced this way and that for something she might eat. Her eyes fell upon a strange mushroom. Then she fell upon it, cramming it into her mouth. But the mushroom was poisonous. Morthala fell to the ground, writhing and groaning in anguish. So she was when Nilweena the Nymph danced upon the scene, and asked what had befallen her. Morthala, in her agony, blurted out the entire tale of her day's exploits. Nilweena giggled, then cut her throat.
XV. A man hunting for fowl heard Morthala's tale and witnessed Nilweena's perfidy from his hiding place in the bushes. The man, Osbert, believed himself to be a fine archer, and had always chafed when martial honors went to sworsdmen and spearmen instead of those who wielded the bow. Thus he wished to supplant Nilweena and grasp her title for his own, that others might learn of archery's potency. So he let fly, and peppered the nymph with his shafts.