[align=center]The Ox and the Cowherdess, by Uhr-Kulmbizharr[/align]
Once upon a time, there was a proud bull lording it over a large herd of cattle. Large was his harem and splendid was his greatness, until one day, a drought struck, and all the land dried up. The plants withered and died, the water holes became desiccated dust bowls, and the creatures of the land started to drop dead out of hunger and thirst.
The bull led his herd for leagues upon leagues, wandering the land and searching for water and green pastures. Yet they could not find any, and their numbers dwindled from starvation. Then, the cattle herd came upon a cowherdess.
“Help us, give us water to drink and grass to eat,” pleaded the bull.
“I will do so, but only if you I may pierce your nose and fasten this iron ring through it,” replied the cowherdess.
“Our plight is dire, so do what you want. But water and feed our young and old, lest they will all die,” said the bull.
“I will,” she promised.
The cowherdess and her daughters pierced the nose ring inside the bull’s mule, fastened a chain to it and pulled taut. The pain made the bull weak as a newborn calf and he could not defend himself or his kin. Thus the cowherdess gelded him and butchered all the other cattle in the herd for a great sacrificial feast, and his line ended there and then. From then on, the ox would pull heavy loads until he dropped dead from it.
“Why did you cut my phallus and kill my people? This was not what you promised to do,” complained the ox.
The cowherdess replied: “You let yourself be shackled and captured. Why would I honour the wishes of one too weak to escape slavery? You are mine now, and I will do as I please with you and your ilk. Toil, ox, toil!”
- The Ox and the Cowherdess, by Daemonsmith Uhr-Kulmbizharr the Blind, the renowned Chaos Dwarf author of fable stories during the foundation of Zharr-Naggrund*
* The moral of the story resounds with every fibre of the Dawi Zharr mindset. To the Blacksmiths of Chaos, strength and cruelty is moral and just. What mercy can there be for the weak, the vanquished, the slave?