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Upon this night wind also the dreams of Camorak's men floated to Carcassonne. All the next morning they marched, and all the evening, and knew they were nearing now the deeps of the forest. UPON THIS NIGHT WIND ALSO THE DREAMS OF CAMERACK'S MEN FLOATED TO CARCASSINY ALL THE NEXT MORNING THEY MARCHED AND ALL THE EVENING AND KNEW THEY WERE NEARING NOW THE DEEPS OF THE FOREST
eared the zenith, pavilions were pitched, and all the warriors rested; and then they feasted again, and then played knightly games, and late in the afternoon marched on once more, singing of Carcassonne. And night came down with its mystery on the forest, and gave their demoniac look again to the trees, and rolled up out of misty hollows a huge and yellow moon. And the men of Arn lit fires, and sudden shadows arose and leaped fantastically away. And the night-wind blew, arising like a ghost, and passed between the tree trunks, and slipped down shimmering glades, and waked the prowling beasts still dreaming of day, and drifted nocturnal birds afield to menace timorous things, and beat the roses of the befriending night, and wafted to the ears of wandering men the sound of a maiden's song, and gave a glamour to the lutanist's tune played in his loneliness on distant hills; and the deep eyes of moths glowed like a galleon's lamps, and they spread their wings and sailed their familiar sea. ANCING ON THE AIR AND THE SUN NEAR THE ZENITH PAVILIONS WERE PITCHED AND ALL THE WARRIORS RESTED AND THEN THEY FEASTED AGAIN AND THEN PLAYED NIGHTLY GAMES AND LATE IN THE AFTERNOON MARCHED ON ONCE MORE SINGING OF CARCASSINY AND NIGHT CAME DOWN WITH ITS MYSTERY ON THE FOREST AND GAVE THEIR DEMONIAC LOOK AGAIN TO THE TREES AND ROLLED UP OUT OF MISTY HOLLOWS A HUGE AND YELLOW MOON AND THE MEN OF ARN LIT FIRES AND SUDDEN SHADOWS AROSE AND LEAPED FANTASTICALLY AWAY AND THE NIGHT WIND BLEW ARISING LIKE A GHOST AND PASSED BETWEEN THE TREE TRUNKS AND SLIP DOWN SOME SHIMMERING GLADES AND WAKED THE PROWLING BEASTS STILL DREAMING OF DAY AND DRIFTED NOCTURNAL BIRDS AFIELD TO MENACE TIMOROUS THINGS AND BEAT THE ROSES OF THE BEFRIENDING NIGHT AND WAFTED TO THE EARS OF WANDERING MEN THE SOUND OF A MAIDEN SONG AND GAVE A GLAMOUR TO THE LUNOUS TUNE PLAYED IN HIS LONELINESS ON DISTANT HILLS AND THE DEEP EYES OF MOTHS GLOWED LIKE A GALLEON'S LAMPS AND THEY SPREAD THEIR WINGS AND SAILED THEIR FAMILIAR SEA
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