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Then the King shouted and the warriors sang  almost they remembered then old battle chants. THEN THE KING SHOUTED AND THE WARRIORS SANG ALMOST THEY REMEMBERED THEM OLD BATTLE CHANTS
ans played on marvellous curved horns, while drums throbbed behind them hidden in a recess. The musicians were sitting crosslegged on the floor, all blowing their huge horns in the brilliant torchlight, but as the drums throbbed louder in the dark they arose and moved slowly nearer to the King. Louder and louder drummed the drums in the dark, and nearer and nearer moved the men with the horns, so that their music should not be drowned by the drums before it reached the King. A marvellous scene it was when the tempestuous horns were halted before the King, and the drums in the dark were like the thunder of God; and the queens were nodding their heads in time to the music, with their diadems flashing like heavens of falling stars; and the warriors lifted their heads and shook, as they lifted them, the plumes of those golden birds which hunters wait for by the Liddian lakes, in a whole lifetime killing scarcely six, to make the crests that the warriors wore when they feasted in Zaccarath. FOR A WHILE MUSICIANS PLAYED ON MARVELOUS CURVED HORNS WHILE DRUMS THROBBED BEHIND THEM HIDDEN IN A RECESS THE MUSICIANS WERE SITTING CROSS LEGGED ON THE FLOOR ALL BLOWING THEIR HUGE HORNS IN THE BRILLIANT TORCHLIGHT BUT AS THE DRUMS THROBBED LOUDER IN THE DARK THEY AROSE AND MOVED SLOWLY NEARER TO THE KING LOUDER AND LOUDER DRUMMED THE DRUMS IN THE DARK AND NEARER AND NEARER MOVED THE MEN WITH THE HORNS SO THAT THEIR MUSIC SHOULD NOT BE DROWNED BY THE DRUMS BEFORE IT REACHED THE KING A MARVELLOUS SCENE IT WAS WHEN THE TEMPESTUOUS HORNS WERE HALTED BEFORE THE KING AND THE DRUMS IN THE DARK WERE LIKE THE THUNDER OF GOD AND THE QUEENS WERE NODDING THEIR HEADS IN TIME TO THE MUSIC WITH THEIR DIADEMS FLASHING LIKE HEAVENS OF FALLING STARS AND THE WARRIORS LIFTED THEIR HEADS AND SHOOK AS THEY LIFTED THEM THE PLUMES OF THOSE GOLDEN BIRDS WHICH HUNTERS WAIT FOR BY THE LYDIAN LAKES IN A WHOLE LIFETIME KILLING SCARCELY SIX TO MAKE THE CRESTS THAT THE WARRIORS WORE WHEN THEY FEASTED IN ZACHARATH
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