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Soon we weighed anchor, and sailed out again, and so came once more to the middle of the river. SOON WE WEIGHED ANCHOR AND SAILED OUT AGAIN AND SO CAME ONCE MORE TO THE MIDDLE OF THE RIVER
I saw the city. A deathly stillness was over all of it. The ways seemed untrodden, and moss was thick on doorsteps; in the market-place huddled figures lay asleep. A scent of incense came wafted through the gateway, of incense and burned poppies, and there was a hum of the echoes of distant bells. I said to the sentinel in the tongue of the region of Yann, "Why are they all asleep in this still city?" He answered: "None may ask questions in this gate for fear they will wake the people of the city. For when the people of this city wake the gods will die. And when the gods die men may dream no more." And I began to ask him what gods that city worshipped, but he lifted his pike because none might ask questions there. So I left him and went back to the _Bird of the River_. Certainly Mandaroon was beautiful with her white pinnacles peering over her ruddy walls and the green of her copper roofs. When I came back again to the _Bird of the River_, I found the sailors were returned to the ship. RED WITH DUST THROUGH THE GATE I SAW THE CITY A DEATHLY STILLNESS WAS OVER ALL OF IT THE WAY SEEMED UNTRODDEN AND MOSS WAS THICK ON DOORSTEPS IN THE MARKET PLACE HUDDLED FIGURES LAY ASLEEP A SCENT OF INCENSE CAME WAFTED THROUGH THE GATEWAY OF INCENSE AND BURNED POPPIES AND THERE WAS THE HUM OF THE ECHOES OF DISTANT BELLS I SAID TO THE SENTINEL IN THE TONGUE OF THE REGION OF YON WHY ARE THEY ALL ASLEEP IN THIS STILL CITY HE ANSWERED NONE MAY ASK QUESTIONS IN THIS GATE FOR FEAR THEY WILL WAKE THE PEOPLE OF THE CITY FOR WHEN THE PEOPLE OF THE CITY WAKE THE GODS WILL DIE AND WHEN THE GODS DIE MEN MAY DREAM NO MORE AND I BEGAN TO ASK HIM WHAT GODS THAT CITY WORSHIPPED BUT HE LIFTED HIS PIKE BECAUSE NONE MAY ASK QUESTIONS THERE SO I LEFT HIM AND WENT BACK TO THE BIRD OF THE RIVER CERTAINLY MANDAROON WAS BEAUTIFUL WITH HER WHITE PINNACLES PEERING OVER HER RUDDY WALLS AND THE GREEN OF HER COPPER ROOFS WHEN I CAME BACK AGAIN TO THE BIRD OF THE RIVER I FOUND THE SAILORS WERE RETURNED TO THE SHIP
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