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Then Soul of the South rose up and sang a song of a fountain that ever sought to reach the sky and was ever doomed to fall to the earth again until at last…. [Illustration: Pattering Leaves Danced] Then whether it was the art of Pattering Leaves or the song of Dream of the Sea, or whether it was the fire of the wine of the elder Kings, Ebalon bade farewell kindly to the prophets when morning paled the stars. THEN SO THE SOUTH ROSE UP AND SANG A SONG OF A FOUNTAIN THAT EVER SOUGHT TO REACH THE SKY AND WAS EVER DOOMED TO FALL TO THE EARTH AGAIN UNTIL AT LAST THEN WHETHER IT WAS THE ART OF PATTERING LEAVES OR THE SONG OF DREAM OF THE SEA OR WHETHER IT WAS THE FIRE OF THE WINE OF THE ELDER KINGS EBALON BADE FAREWELL KINDLY TO THE PROPHETS WHEN MORNING PALED THE STARS
ng the columns of the Hall went Summer Lightning in the maze of the dance. And Silvern Fountain bowed before the King and danced and danced and bowed again, and old Intahn went to and fro from the cavern to the King gravely through the midst of the dancers but with kindly eyes, and when the King had often drunk of the old wine of the elder Kings he called for Dream of the Sea and bade her sing. And Dream of the Sea came through the arches and sang of an island builded by magic out of pearls, that lay set in a ruby sea, and how it lay far off and under the south, guarded by jagged reefs whereon the sorrows of the world were wrecked and never came to the island. And how a low sunset always reddened the sea and lit the magic isle and never turned to night, and how someone sang always and endlessly to lure the soul of a King who might by enchantment pass the guarding reefs to find rest on the pearl island and not be troubled more, but only see sorrows on the outer reef battered and broken. N AND OUT AMONG THE COLUMNS OF THE HALL WHEN SUMMER LIGHTNING IN THE MAZE OF THE DANCE AND SILVER FOUNTAIN BOWED BEFORE THE KING AND DANCED AND DANCED AND BOWED AGAIN AND OLD ANTON WENT TO AND FRO FROM THE CAVERN TO THE KING GRAVELY THROUGH THE MIDST OF THE DANCERS BUT WITH KINDLY EYES AND WHEN THE KING HAD OFTEN DRUNK OF THE OLD WINE OF THE ELDER KINGS HE CALLED FOR DREAM OF THE SEA AND BADE HER SING AND DREAM OF THE SEA CAME THROUGH THE ARCHES AND SANG OF AN ISLAND BUILDED BY MAGIC OUT OF PEARLS THAT LAY SET IN A RUBY SEA AND HOW IT LAY FAR OFF AND UNDER THE SOUTH GUARDED BY JAGGED REEFS WHEREON THE SORROWS OF THE WORLD WERE WRECKED AND NEVER CAME TO THE ISLAND AND HOW A LOW SUNSET ALWAYS REDDENED THE SEA AND LIT THE MAGIC ISLE AND NEVER TURNED TO NIGHT AND HOW SOMEONE SANG ALWAYS AND ENDLESSLY TO LURE THE SOUL OF A KING WHO MIGHT BY ENCHANTMENT PASS THE GUARDING REEFS TO FIND REST ON THE PEARL ISLAND AND NOT BE TROUBLED MORE BUT ONLY SEE SORROWS ON THE OUTER REEF BATTERED AND BROKEN
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