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Then the teller of the tale would smile and stop, and another would tell his story, and the teller of the first tale's lips would chatter with fear. And if some deadly snake chanced to appear the Wanderers would greet him as a brother, and the snake would seem to give his greetings to them before he passed on again. THEN THE TELLER OF THE TALE WOULD SMILE AND STOP AND ANOTHER WOULD TELL HIS STORY AND THE TELLER OF THE FIRST TAIL'S LIPS WOULD CHATTER WITH FEAR AND IF SOME DEADLY SNAKE CHANCED TO APPEAR THE WANDERERS WOULD GREET HIM AS A BROTHER AND THE SNAKE WOULD SEEM TO GIVE HIS GREETINGS TO THEM BEFORE HE PASSED ON AGAIN
learned from the desert wind, rapidly curving and swirling till the eye could follow no longer. Others played upon instruments beautiful wailing tunes that were full of horror, which souls had taught them lost by night in the desert, that strange far desert from which the Wanderers came. None of their instruments were such as were known in Nen nor in any part of the region of the Yann; even the horns out of which some were made were of beasts that none had seen along the river, for they were barbed at the tips. And they sang, in the language of none, songs that seemed to be akin to the mysteries of night and to the unreasoned fear that haunts dark places. Bitterly all the dogs of Nen distrusted them. And the Wanderers told one another fearful tales, for though no one in Nen knew ought of their language yet they could see the fear on the listeners' faces, and as the tale wound on the whites of their eyes showed vividly in terror as the eyes of some little beast whom the hawk has seized. ES THAT THEY HAD LEARNED FROM THE DESERT WIND RAPIDLY CURVING AND SWIRLING TILL THE EYE COULD FOLLOW NO LONGER OTHERS PLAYED UPON INSTRUMENTS BEAUTIFUL WAILING TUNES THAT WERE FULL OF HORROR WHICH SOULS HAD TAUGHT THEM LOST BY NIGHT IN THE DESERT THAT STRANGE FAR DESERT FROM WHICH THE WANDERERS CAME NONE OF THEIR INSTRUMENTS WERE SUCH AS WERE KNOWN IN MEN NOR IN ANY PART OF THE REGION OF THE YAN EVEN THE HORNS OUT OF WHICH SOME WERE MADE WERE OF BEASTS THAT NONE HAD SEEN ALONG THE RIVER FOR THEY WERE BARBED AT THE TIPS AND THEY SANG IN THE LANGUAGE OF NONE SONGS THAT SEEMED TO BE AKIN TO THE MYSTERIES OF NIGHT AND TO THE UNREASONED FEAR THAT HAUNTS DARK PLACES BITTERLY ALL THE DOGS OF MEN DISTRUSTED THEM AND THE WANDERERS TOLD ONE ANOTHER FEARFUL TALES FOR THOUGH NO ONE IN NAN KNEW AUGHT OF THEIR LANGUAGE YET THEY COULD SEE THE FEAR ON THE LISTENERS FACES AND AS THE TALE WOUND ON THE WHITES OF THEIR EYES SHOWED VIVIDLY IN TERROR AS THE EYES OF SOME LITTLE BEAST WHOM THE HAWK HAS SEIZED
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