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Thus they rejoiced all day over their vintage on the narrow strip of cultivated ground that lay between Bethmoora and the desert which meets the sky to the South. THUS THEY REJOICED ALL DAY OVER THEIR VINTAGE ON THE NARROW STRIP OF CULTIVATED GROUND THAT LAY BETWEEN BETHMORA AND THE DESERT WHICH MEETS THE SKY TO THE SOUTH
l me, since Bethmoora became desolate. Her desolation is spoken of in taverns where sailors meet, and certain travellers have told me of it. I had hoped to see Bethmoora once again. It is many a year ago, they say, when the vintage was last gathered in from the vineyards that I knew, where it is all desert now. It was a radiant day, and the people of the city were dancing by the vineyards, while here and there one played upon the kalipac. The purple flowering shrubs were all in bloom, and the snow shone upon the Hills of Hap. Outside the copper gates they crushed the grapes in vats to make the syrabub. It had been a goodly vintage. In the little gardens at the desert's edge men beat the tambang and the tittibuk, and blew melodiously the zootibar. All there was mirth and song and dance, because the vintage had been gathered in, and there would be ample syrabub for the winter months, and much left over to exchange for turquoises and emeralds with the merchants who come down from Oxuhahn. IS MANY A YEAR THEY TELL ME SINCE BETHMORA BECAME DESOLATE HER DESOLATION IS SPOKEN OF IN TAVERNS WHERE SAILORS MEET AND CERTAIN TRAVELLERS HAVE TOLD ME OF IT I HAD HOPED TO SEE BETHMORA ONCE AGAIN IT IS MANY A YEAR AGO THEY SAY WHEN THE VINTAGE WAS LAST GATHERED IN FROM THE VINEYARDS THAT I KNEW WHERE IT IS ALL DESERT NOW IT WAS A RADIANT DAY AND THE PEOPLE OF THE CITY WERE DANCING BY THE VINEYARDS WHILE HERE AND THERE ONE PLAYED UPON THE CALIPAC THE PURPLE FLOWERING SHRUBS WERE ALL IN BLOOM AND THE SNOW SHONE UPON THE HILLS OF HAP OUTSIDE THE COPPER GATES THEY CRUSHED THE GRAPES AND VATS TO MAKE THE SERABUB IT HAD BEEN A GOODLY VINTAGE IN THE LITTLE GARDENS AT THE DESERT'S EDGE MEN BEAT THE TOM BANG AND THE TITTABUCK AND BLEW MELODIOUSLY THE ZUDABAR ALL THERE WAS MIRTH AND SONG AND DANCE BECAUSE THE VINTAGE HAD BEEN GATHERED IN AND THERE WOULD BE AMPLE CERABUB FOR THE WINTER MONTHS AND MUCH LEFT OVER TO EXCHANGE FOR TURQUOISES AND EMERALDS WITH THE MERCHANTS WHO COME DOWN FROM OXUHAN
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