Baron Sebastian von Trump
speaker
5,524 appearances
2 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 8 Aug
Baron Sebastian von Trump’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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I have not told thee all for leagues about I win, no living being except in me knows where the giant's well is ask them and they'll say it's up yonder in the mountains, away up under the eaves of the sky.
That's all that's all they can tell thee.
But little master, I know where it is, and the very herb that cured thy hurt head and saved thee from certain death by cooling thy blood was plucked by me from the brink of the well.
These words sent a thrill of joy through me, for now I felt that I was on the right road, that the words of the great master of all masters Don Fum had come true.
The people will tell thee.
Aye, the people had told me, for now there was not the faintest shadow of doubt in my mind that I had found the portals to the world within a world and
Juliana should be my guide.
She knew how to thread her way up the narrow pass, to turn aside from overhanging rocks which a mere touch might topple over, to find the steps which nature had hewn in the sides of the rock parapets, and to pursue her way safely through clefts and gorges, even the entrance to which might be invisible to ordinary eyes, however in order that the superstitious peasants might be kept friendly to me.
I gave it out that I was about to betake myself to the mountains in search of curiosities for my cabinet, and begged them to furnish me with ropes and tackle, with two good stout fellows to carry it for me, promising generous payment for the services.
They made haste to provide me with all I asked for, and we set out for the mountain path at daybreak.
Yuliana, in order not to seem to be of the party, had gone on ahead by the light of the moon, telling her people that she wished to gather certain herbs before the sun's rays struck them and dried the healing dew that beaded their leaves.
All went well until the sun was well up over our heads, when suddenly I heard a woman, who proved to be Juliana calling.
Utter a piercing scream.
In a moment or so the mystery was solved.
The old Beldam came rushing down the mountain, her thin wisp of grey hair fluttering in the wind.
Her hands were tied behind her, and two young peasants with birch and rods were beating her every chance they got.
Turn back, turn back, brothers, they cried to my two men.
The little wizard there has struck hands with this old witch.
They're on their way to the giant's well.
They'll loosen a band of black spirits about our ears.
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