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Then the assemblage beat on the floor with their palms. And afterwards the queens besought the King to send for another prophet. And the heralds brought a singer, and placed him before the King; and the singer was a young man with a harp. THEN THE ASSEMBLAGE BEAT ON THE FLOOR WITH THEIR PALMS AND AFTERWARDS THE QUEENS BESSOUGHT THE KING TO SEND FOR ANOTHER PROPHET AND THE HERALDS BROUGHT A SINGER AND PLACED HIM BEFORE THE KING AND THE SINGER WAS A YOUNG MAN WITH A HARP
ummed the drums in the dark, and nearer and nearer moved the men with the horns, so that their music should not be drowned by the drums before it reached the King. A marvellous scene it was when the tempestuous horns were halted before the King, and the drums in the dark were like the thunder of God; and the queens were nodding their heads in time to the music, with their diadems flashing like heavens of falling stars; and the warriors lifted their heads and shook, as they lifted them, the plumes of those golden birds which hunters wait for by the Liddian lakes, in a whole lifetime killing scarcely six, to make the crests that the warriors wore when they feasted in Zaccarath. Then the King shouted and the warriors sang--almost they remembered then old battle-chants. And, as they sang, the sound of the drums dwindled, and the musicians walked away backwards, and the drumming became fainter and fainter as they walked, and altogether ceased, and they blew no more on their fantastic horns. LOUDER AND LOUDER DRUMMED THE DRUMS IN THE DARK AND NEARER AND NEARER MOVED THE MEN WITH THE HORNS SO THAT THEIR MUSIC SHOULD NOT BE DROWNED BY THE DRUMS BEFORE IT REACHED THE KING A MARVELLOUS SCENE IT WAS WHEN THE TEMPESTUOUS HORNS WERE HALTED BEFORE THE KING AND THE DRUMS IN THE DARK WERE LIKE THE THUNDER OF GOD AND THE QUEENS WERE NODDING THEIR HEADS IN TIME TO THE MUSIC WITH THEIR DIADEMS FLASHING LIKE HEAVENS OF FALLING STARS AND THE WARRIORS LIFTED THEIR HEADS AND SHOOK AS THEY LIFTED THEM THE PLUMES OF THOSE GOLDEN BIRDS WHICH HUNTERS WAIT FOR BY THE LYDIAN LAKES IN A WHOLE LIFETIME KILLING SCARCELY SIX TO MAKE THE CRESTS THAT THE WARRIORS WORE WHEN THEY FEASTED IN ZACHARATH THEN THE KING SHOUTED AND THE WARRIORS SANG ALMOST THEY REMEMBERED THEM OLD BATTLE CHANTS AND AS THEY SANG THE SOUND OF THE DRUMS DWINDLED AND THE MUSICIANS WALKED AWAY BACKWARDS AND THE DRUMMING BECAME FAINTER AND FAINTER AS THEY WALKED AND ALL TOGETHER CEASED AND THEY BLEW NO MORE ON THEIR FANTASTIC HORNS
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