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And as I lay wrapped up in skins and blankets, listening to those songs, and watching the fantastic shapes of the great trees like to black giants stalking through the night, I suddenly fell asleep. AND AS I LAY WRAPPED UP IN SKINS AND BLANKETS LISTENING TO THOSE SONGS AND WATCHING THE FANTASTIC SHAPES OF THE GREAT TREES LIKE TO BLACK GIANTS STALKING THROUGH THE NIGHT I SUDDENLY FELL ASLEEP
 land, that has known us: to the far homes that we know. To all the gods that are. To whatever god may hear. So he prayed, and there was silence. And the sailors laid them down to rest for the night. The silence deepened, and was only broken by the ripples of Yann that lightly touched our prow. Sometimes some monster of the river coughed. Silence and ripples, ripples and silence again. And then his loneliness came upon the helmsman, and he began to sing. And he sang the market songs of Durl and Duz, and the old dragon-legends of Belzoond. Many a song he sang, telling to spacious and exotic Yann the little tales and trifles of his city of Durl. And the songs welled up over the black jungle and came into the clear cold air above, and the great bands of stars that look on Yann began to know the affairs of Durl and Duz, and of the shepherds that dwelt in the fields between, and the flocks that they had, and the loves that they had loved, and all the little things that they had hoped to do. AND RETURN US TO THE OLD LAND THAT HAS KNOWN US TO THE FAR HOMES THAT WE KNOW TO ALL THE GODS THAT ARE TO WHATEVER GOD MAY HEAR SO HE PRAYED AND THERE WAS SILENCE AND THE SAILORS LAID THEM DOWN TO REST FOR THE NIGHT THE SILENCE DEEPENED AND WAS ONLY BROKEN BY THE RIPPLES OF YAWN THAT LIGHTLY TOUCHED OUR PROW SOMETIMES SOME MONSTER OF THE RIVER COUGHED SILENCE AND RIPPLES RIPPLES AND SILENCE AGAIN AND THEN HIS LONELINESS CAME UPON THE HELMSMAN AND HE BEGAN TO SING AND HE SANG THE MARKET SONGS OF DUUR AND DUES AND THE OLD DRAGON LEGENDS OF BELZOUND MANY A SONG HE SANG TELLING TO SPACIOUS AND EXOTIC YAHN THE LITTLE TALES AND TRIFLES OF HIS CITY OF DOUR AND THE SONGS WELLED UP OVER THE BLACK JUNGLE AND CAME INTO THE CLEAR COLD AIR ABOVE AND THE GREAT BANDS OF STARS THAT LOOK ON YON BEGAN TO KNOW THE AFFAIRS OF DUUR AND DUES AND OF THE SHEPHERDS THAT DWELT IN THE FIELDS BETWEEN AND THE FLOCKS THAT THEY HAD AND THE LOVES THAT THEY HAD LOVED AND ALL THE LITTLE THINGS THAT THEY HAD HOPED TO DO
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