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And Hilnaric stood there, still glowing with dreams of heaven. "She is more beautiful," said the kings, "than morning." AND HILNARCH STOOD THERE STILL GLOWING WITH DREAMS OF HEAVEN SHE IS MORE BEAUTIFUL SAID THE KINGS THAN MORNING
tains, and the grey columns broke into fairy lights. And the moon left the dark ways of the forest and lit the whole white palace and its fountains and shone on the forehead of the Princess, and the palace of Arizim glowed afar, and the fountains became columns of gleaming jewels and song. And the moon made a music at its rising, but it fell a little short of mortal ears. And Hilnaric stood there wondering, clad in white, with the moonlight shining on her forehead; and watching her from the shadows on the terrace stood the kings of Mondath and Toldees. They said: "She is more beautiful than the moonrise." And on another day the King of Arizim bade his daughter forth at dawn, and they stood again upon the balcony. And the sun came up over a world of orchards, and the sea-mists went back over Poltarnees to the Sea; little wild voices arose in all the thickets, the voices of the fountains began to die, and the song arose, in all the marble temples, of the birds that are sacred to the Sea. HE HEADS OF ALL THE FOUNTAINS AND THE GRAY COLUMNS BROKE INTO FAIRY LIGHTS AND THE MOON LEFT THE DARK WAYS OF THE FOREST AND LIT THE WHOLE WHITE PALACE AND ITS FOUNTAINS AND SHONE ON THE FOREHEAD OF THE PRINCESS AND THE PALACE OF HERRISM GLOWED AFAR AND THE FOUNTAINS BECAME COLUMNS OF GLEAMING JEWELS AND SONG AND THE MOON MADE A MUSIC AT ITS RISING BUT IT FELL A LITTLE SHORT OF MORTAL EARS AND HILNARIC STOOD THERE WONDERING CLAD IN WHITE WITH THE MOONLIGHT SHINING ON HER FOREHEAD AND WATCHING HER FROM THE SHADOWS ON THE TERRACE STOOD THE KINGS OF MANDATH AND TOLDIES THEY SAID SHE IS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE MOONRISE AND ON ANOTHER DAY THE KING OF REASON BADE HIS DAUGHTER FORTH AT DAWN AND THEY STOOD AGAIN UPON THE BALCONY AND THE SUN CAME UP OVER A WORLD OF ORCHARDS AND THE SEA MISTS WENT BACK OVER POLTARNES TO THE SEA LITTLE WILD VOICES AROSE IN ALL THE THICKETS THE VOICES OF THE FOUNTAINS BEGAN TO DIE AND THE SONG AROSE IN ALL THE MARBLE TEMPLES OF THE BIRDS THAT ARE SACRED TO THE SEA
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