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And his hand swept over the strings of his harp, awaking the deeper chords, like the sound of a nimble people dancing their steps on bronze, and the music rolled away into the night's own silence, and the voice of Arleon rose: "When there is blood in the bath she knows there is war in the mountains and longs for the battle shout of kingly men." And suddenly all shouted, "Carcassonne!" AND HIS HAND SWEPT OVER THE STRINGS OF HIS HARP AWAKING THE DEEPER CHORDS LIKE THE SOUND OF A NIMBLE PEOPLE DANCING THEIR STEPS ON BRONZE AND THE MUSIC ROLLED AWAY INTO THE NIGHT'S OWN SILENCE AND THE VOICE OF ALEON ROSE WHEN THERE IS BLOOD IN THE BATH SHE KNOWS THERE IS WAR IN THE MOUNTAINS AND LONGS FOR THE BATTLE SHOUT OF KINGLY MEN AND SUDDENLY ALL SHOUTED CARCASSINY
ed, breathing the pure wild air that cities know not; by day they hunted, and lit fires by night, and sang and feasted, and forgot Carcassonne. The terrible denizens of the gloom never molested them, venison was plentiful, and all manner of water-fowl: they loved the chase by day, and by night their favourite songs. Thus day after day went by, thus week after week. Time flung over this encampment a handful of moons, the gold and silver moons that waste the year away; Autumn and Winter passed, and Spring appeared; and still the warriors hunted and feasted there. One night of the springtide they were feasting about a fire and telling tales of the chase, and the soft moths came out of the dark and flaunted their colours in the firelight, and went out grey into the dark again; and the night wind was cool upon the warriors' necks, and the camp-fire was warm in their faces, and a silence had settled among them after some song, and Arleon all at once rose suddenly up, remembering Carcassonne. EVERAL TEEL HERE THE ADVENTURER STAYED BREATHING THE PURE WILD AIR THAT CITIES KNOW NOT DAY THEY HUNTED AND LIT FIRES BY NIGHT AND SANG AND FEASTED AND FORGOT CARCASSINY THE TERRIBLE DENIZENS OF THE GLOOM NEVER MOLESTED THEM VENISON WAS PLENTIFUL AND ALL MANNER OF WATERFOWL THEY LOVED THE CHASE BY DAY AND BY NIGHT THEIR FAVORITE SONGS THUS DAY AFTER DAY WENT BY THUS WEEK AFTER WEEK TIME FLUNG OVER THIS ENCAMPMENT A HANDFUL OF MOONS THE GOLD AND SILVER MOONS THAT WASTE THE YEAR AWAY AUTUMN AND WINTER PASSED AND SPRING APPEARED AND STILL THE WARRIORS HUNTED AND FEASTED THERE ONE NIGHT OF THE SPRINGTIDE THEY WERE FEASTING ABOUT A FIRE AND TELLING TALES OF THE CHASE AND THE SOFT MOTHS CAME OUT OF THE DARK AND FLAUNTED THEIR COLORS IN THE FIRELIGHT AND WENT OUT GREY INTO THE DARK AGAIN AND THE NIGHT WIND WAS COOL UPON THE WARRIORS NECKS AND THE CAMP FIRE WAS WARM IN THEIR FACES AND A SILENCE HAD SETTLED AMONG THEM AFTER SOME SONG AND ARLEON ALL AT ONCE ROSE SUDDENLY UP REMEMBERING CARCASITY
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