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Sobs arose at his song, sighs came back along echoes: seneschals, soldiers, sobbed, and a clear cry made the maidens; like rain the tears came down from gallery to gallery. All round the Queen of the Woods was a storm of sobbing and sorrow. SOBS AROSE AT HIS SONG SIGHS CAME BACK LONG ECHOES SENESCHALS SOLDIERS SOBBED AND A CLEAR CRY MADE THE MAIDENS LIKE RAIN THE TEARS CAME DOWN FROM GALLERY TO GALLERY ALL AROUND THE QUEEN OF THE WOODS WAS A STORM OF SOBBING AND SORROW
land, who when he heard of the deed rubbed his hands together and mumbled again and again, "And a very good thing, too. My cabbages! My cabbages!" And not long after Ackronnion sang again in the sylvan palace of the Queen of the Woods, having first drunk all the tears in his agate bowl. And it was a gala night, and all the court were there and ambassadors from the lands of legend and myth, and even some from Terra Cognita. And Ackronnion sang as he never sang before, and will not sing again. O, but dolorous, dolorous, are all the ways of man, few and fierce are his days, and the end trouble, and vain, vain his endeavour: and woman--who shall tell of it?--her doom is written with man's by listless, careless gods with their faces to other spheres. Somewhat thus he began, and then inspiration seized him, and all the trouble in the beauty of his song may not be set down by me: there was much of gladness in it, and all mingled with grief: it was like the way of man: it was like our destiny.  THE OLD MAN WHO LOOKS AFTER FAIRYLAND WHO WHEN HE HEARD OF THE DEED RUBBED HIS HANDS TOGETHER AND MUMBLED AGAIN AND AGAIN AND A VERY GOOD THING TOO MY CABBAGES MY CABBAGES AND NOT LONG AFTER A CRONIAN SANG AGAIN IN THE SYLVAN PALACE OF THE QUEEN OF THE WOODS HAVING FIRST DRUNK ALL THE TEARS IN HIS AGATE BOWL AND IT WAS A GALLANT NIGHT AND ALL THE COURT WERE THERE AND AMBASSADORS FROM THE LANDS OF LEGEND AND MYTH AND EVEN SOME FROM TERRA COGNITA AND ACRONIAN SANG AS HE NEVER SANG BEFORE AND WILL NOT SING AGAIN OH BUT DOLOROUS DOLOROUS ARE ALL THE WAYS OF MAN FEW AND FIERCE ARE HIS DAYS AND THE END TROUBLE AND VAIN VAIN HIS ENDEAVOUR AND WOMAN WHO SHALL TELL OF IT HER DOOM IS WRITTEN WITH MAN'S BY LISTLESS CARELESS GODS WITH THEIR FACES TO OTHER SPEARS SOMEWHAT THUS HE BEGAN AND THEN INSPIRATION SEIZED HIM AND ALL THE TROUBLE AND THE BEAUTY OF HIS SONG MAY NOT BE SET DOWN BY ME THERE WAS MUCH OF GLADNESS IN IT AND ALL MINGLED WITH GRIEF IT WAS LIKE THE WAY OF MAN IT WAS LIKE OUR DESTINY
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