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And the great shadowy form that was the soul of Andelsprutz went away muttering to the mountains, and there I followed her  for had she not been my nurse? AND THE GREAT SHADOWY FORM THAT WAS THE SOUL OF ONDO SPRUTES WENT AWAY MUTTERING TO THE MOUNTAINS AND THERE I FOLLOWED HER FOR HAD SHE NOT BEEN MY NURSE
m she had been stolen. Every night she would be hoping and sighing, and stretching out her arms to Mother Akla. At midnight, once a year, on the anniversary of the terrible day, Akla would send spies to lay a wreath against the walls of Andelsprutz. She could do no more. And on this night, once in every year, I used to weep, for weeping was the mood of the city that nursed me. Every night while other cities slept did Andelsprutz sit brooding here and hoping, till thirty wreaths lay mouldering by her walls, and still the armies of Akla could not come. "But after she had hoped so long, and on the night that faithful spies had brought her thirtieth wreath, Andelsprutz went suddenly mad. All the bells clanged hideously in the belfries, horses bolted in the streets, the dogs all howled, the stolid conquerors awoke and turned in their beds and slept again; and I saw the grey shadowy form of Andelsprutz rise up, decking her hair with the phantasms of cathedrals, and stride away from her city. OTHER OCLA FROM WHOM SHE HAD BEEN STOLEN EVERY NIGHT SHE WOULD BE HOPING AND SIGHING AND STRETCHING OUT HER ARMS TO MOTHER OCLA AT MIDNIGHT ONCE A YEAR ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE TERRIBLE DAY OCCLA WOULD SEND SPIES TO LAY A WREATH AGAINST THE WALLS OF ONDUL SPRUTES SHE COULD DO NO MORE AND ON THIS NIGHT ONCE IN EVERY YEAR I USED TO WEEP FOR WEEPING WAS THE MOOD OF THE CITY THAT NURSED ME EVERY NIGHT WHILE OTHER CITIES SLEPT DID ONDO SPRUTES SIT BROODING HERE AND HOPING TILL THIRTY WREATHS LAY MOULDERING BY HER WALLS AND STILL THE ARMIES OF OCLA COULD NOT COME BUT AFTER SHE HAD HOPED SO LONG AND ON THE NIGHT THAT FAITHFUL SPIES HAD BROUGHT HER THIRTIETH WREATH ONDO'S BRUTES WENT SUDDENLY MAD ALL THE BELLS CLANGED HIDEOUSLY IN THE BELFRIES HORSES BOLTED IN THE STREETS THE DOGS ALL HOWLED THE STOLID CONQUERORS AWOKE AND TURNED IN THEIR BEDS AND SLEPT AGAIN AND I SAW THE GRAY SHADOWY FORM OF ONDO SPRUTES RISE UP DECKING HER HAIR WITH THE PHANTASMS OF CATHEDRALS AND STRIDE AWAY FROM HER CITY
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