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"But after she had hoped so long, and on the night that faithful spies had brought her thirtieth wreath, Andelsprutz went suddenly mad. 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
ame question of another man, and he gave me the same answer, and I thanked him for his courtesy. And I saw a man of a more slender build, who had black hair, and channels in his cheeks for tears to run in, and I said to him: "Why is Andelsprutz quite dead, and when did her soul go hence?" And he answered: "Andelsprutz hoped too much. For thirty years would she stretch out her arms toward the land of Akla every night, to Mother Akla from whom 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. ULY AND I ASKED THE SAME QUESTION OF ANOTHER MAN AND HE GAVE ME THE SAME ANSWER AND I THANKED HIM FOR HIS COURTESY AND I SAW A MAN OF A MORE SLENDER BUILD WHO HAD BLACK HAIR AND CHANNELS IN HIS CHEEKS FOR TEARS TO RUN IN AND I SAID TO HIM WHY IS ONDO'S BRUTES QUITE DEAD AND WHEN DID HER SOUL GO HENCE AND HE ANSWERED ONDO SPRUTES HOPED TOO MUCH FOR THIRTY YEARS WOULD SHE STRETCH OUT HER ARMS TOWARDS THE LAND OF OCCLA EVERY NIGHT TO MOTHER 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
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