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And still they knew not in the Inner Lands upon what mystery Poltarnees looked. For on a still day and windless, while men walked happily about their beautiful streets or tended flocks in the country, suddenly the west wind would bestir himself and come in from the Sea. AND STILL THEY KNEW NOT IN THE INNER LANDS UPON WHAT MYSTERY POLTARNES LOOKED FOR ON A STILL DAY AND WINDLESS WHILE MEN WALKED HAPPILY ABOUT THEIR BEAUTIFUL STREETS OR TENDED FLOCKS IN THE COUNTRY SUDDENLY THE WEST WIND WOULD BESTIR HIMSELF AND COME IN FROM THE SEA
his fill loudly, whelming worlds the while, and the level of the river sinks between its banks ere the beast's thirst is quenched and ceases to glow like a sun. And many worlds thereby are heaped up dry and stranded, and the gods walk not among them evermore, because they are hard to their feet. These are the worlds that have no destiny, whose people know no god. And the river sweeps onwards ever. And the name of the River is Oriathon, but men call it Ocean. This is the Lower Faith of the Inner Lands. And there is a Higher Faith which is not told to all. Oriathon sweeps on through the forests of Infinity and all at once falls roaring over an Edge, whence Time has long ago recalled his hours to fight in his war with the gods; and falls unlit by the flash of nights and days, with his flood unmeasured by miles, into the deeps of nothing. Now as the centuries went by and the one way by which a man could climb Poltarnees became worn with feet, more and more men surmounted it, not to return. ER OF THE GODS DRINKS HIS FILL LOUDLY WHELMING WORLDS THE WHILE AND THE LEVEL OF THE RIVER SINKS BETWEEN ITS BANKS ERE THE BEAST'S THIRST IS QUENCHED AND CEASES TO GLOW LIKE A SUN AND MANY WORLDS THEREBY ARE HEAPED UP DRY AND STRANDED AND THE GODS WALK NOT AMONG THEM EVERMORE BECAUSE THEY ARE HARD TO THEIR FEET THESE ARE THE WORLDS THAT HAVE NO DESTINY WHOSE PEOPLE KNOW NO GOD AND THE RIVER SWEEPS ONWARDS EVER AND THE NAME OF THE RIVER IS O'RIATHON BUT MEN CALL IT OCEAN THIS IS THE LOWER FAITH OF THE INNER LANDS AND THERE IS A HIGHER FAITH WHICH IS NOT TOLD TO ALL ARITHON SWEEPS ON THROUGH THE FORESTS OF INFINITY AND ALL AT ONCE FALLS ROARING OVER AN EDGE WHENCE TIME HAS LONG AGO RECALLED HIS HOURS TO FIGHT IN HIS WAR WITH THE GODS AND FALLS UNLIT BY THE FLASH OF NIGHTS AND DAYS WITH HIS FLOOD UNMEASURED BY MILES INTO THE DEEPS OF NOTHING NOW AS THE CENTURIES WENT BY AND THE ONE WAY BY WHICH A MAN COULD CLIMB POLTARNES BECAME WORN WITH FEET MORE AND MORE MEN SURMOUNTED IT NOT TO RETURN
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