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"The third night it rained heavily all night long, but I stayed up there to watch the soul of my native city. And she still sat staring straight before her, raving; but here voice was gentler now, there were more chimes in it, and occasional song. THE THIRD NIGHT IT RAINED HEAVILY ALL NIGHT LONG BUT I STAYED UP THERE TO WATCH THE SOUL OF MY NATIVE CITY AND SHE STILL SAT STARING STRAIGHT BEFORE HER RAVING BUT HER VOICE WAS GENTLER NOW THERE WERE MORE CHIMES IN IT AN OCCASIONAL SONG
had she not been my nurse? Yes, I went away alone into the mountains, and for three days, wrapped in a cloak, I slept in their misty solitudes. I had no food to eat, and to drink I had only the water of the mountain streams. By day no living thing was near to me, and I heard nothing but the noise of the wind, and the mountain streams roaring. But for three nights I heard all round me on the mountain the sounds of a great city: I saw the lights of tall cathedral windows flash momentarily on the peaks, and at times the glimmering lantern of some fortress patrol. And I saw the huge misty outline of the soul of Andelsprutz sitting decked with her ghostly cathedrals, speaking to herself, with her eyes fixed before her in a mad stare, telling of ancient wars. And her confused speech for all those nights upon the mountain was sometimes the voice of traffic, and then of church bells, and then of bugles, but oftenest it was the voice of red war; and it was all incoherent, and she was quite mad. D THERE I FOLLOWED HER FOR HAD SHE NOT BEEN MY NURSE YES I WENT AWAY ALONE INTO THE MOUNTAINS AND FOR THREE DAYS WRAPPED IN A CLOAK I SLEPT IN THEIR MISTY SOLITUDES I HAD NO FOOD TO EAT AND TO DRINK I HAD ONLY THE WATER OF THE MOUNTAIN STREAMS BY DAY NO LIVING THING WAS NEAR TO ME AND I HEARD NOTHING BUT THE NOISE OF THE WIND AND THE MOUNTAIN STREAMS ROARING BUT FOR THREE NIGHTS I HEARD ALL AROUND ME ON THE MOUNTAINS THE SOUNDS OF A GREAT CITY I SAW THE LIGHTS OF TALL CATHEDRAL WINDOWS FLASH MOMENTARILY ON THE PEAKS AND AT TIMES THE GLIMMERING LANTERN OF SOME FORTRESS PATROL AND I SAW THE MISTY OUTLINE OF THE SOUL OF ONDO SPRUCE SITTING DECKED WITH HER GHOSTLY CATHEDRALS SPEAKING TO HERSELF WITH HER EYES FIXED BEFORE HER IN A MAD STARE TELLING OF ANCIENT WARS AND HER CONFUSED SPEECH FOR ALL THOSE NIGHTS UPON THE MOUNTAIN WAS SOMETIMES THE VOICE OF TRAFFIC AND THEN OF CHURCH BELLS AND THEN OF BUGLES BUT OFTENEST IT WAS THE VOICE OF RED WAR AND IT WAS ALL INCOHERENT AND SHE WAS QUITE MAD
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