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He answered: "None may ask questions in this gate for fear they will wake the people of the city. For when the people of this city wake the gods will die. And when the gods die men may dream no more." HE ANSWERED NONE MAY ASK QUESTIONS IN THIS GATE FOR FEAR THEY WILL WAKE THE PEOPLE OF THE CITY FOR WHEN THE PEOPLE OF THE CITY WAKE THE GODS WILL DIE AND WHEN THE GODS DIE MEN MAY DREAM NO MORE
and the helmsman slept. We knew that soon we should come to Mandaroon. We made a meal, and Mandaroon appeared. Then the captain commanded, and the sailors loosed again the greater sails, and the ship turned and left the stream of Yann and came into a harbour beneath the ruddy walls of Mandaroon. Then while the sailors went and gathered fruits I came alone to the gate of Mandaroon. A few huts were outside it, in which lived the guard. A sentinel with a long white beard was standing in the gate, armed with a rusty pike. He wore large spectacles, which were covered with dust. Through the gate I saw the city. A deathly stillness was over all of it. The ways seemed untrodden, and moss was thick on doorsteps; in the market-place huddled figures lay asleep. A scent of incense came wafted through the gateway, of incense and burned poppies, and there was a hum of the echoes of distant bells. I said to the sentinel in the tongue of the region of Yann, "Why are they all asleep in this still city? ANOTHER TOOK THE HELM AND THE HELMSMAN SLEPT WE KNEW THAT SOON WE SHOULD COME TO MANDAROON WE MADE A MEAL AND MANDAROON APPEARED THEN THE CAPTAIN COMMANDED AND THE SAILORS LOOSED AGAIN THE GREATER SAILS AND THE SHIP TURNED LEFT AND LEFT THE STREAM OF YON AND CAME INTO A HARBOR BENEATH THE RUDDY WALLS OF MANDAROON THEN WHILE THE SAILORS WENT AND GATHERED FRUITS I CAME ALONE TO THE GATE OF MANDAROON A FEW HUTS WERE OUTSIDE IT IN WHICH LIVED THE GUARD A SENTINEL WITH A LONG WHITE BEARD WAS STANDING IN THE GATE ARMED WITH A RUSTY PIKE HE WORE LARGE SPECTACLES WHICH WERE COVERED WITH DUST THROUGH THE GATE I SAW THE CITY A DEATHLY STILLNESS WAS OVER ALL OF IT THE WAY SEEMED UNTRODDEN AND MOSS WAS THICK ON DOORSTEPS IN THE MARKET PLACE HUDDLED FIGURES LAY ASLEEP A SCENT OF INCENSE CAME WAFTED THROUGH THE GATEWAY OF INCENSE AND BURNED POPPIES AND THERE WAS THE HUM OF THE ECHOES OF DISTANT BELLS I SAID TO THE SENTINEL IN THE TONGUE OF THE REGION OF YON WHY ARE THEY ALL ASLEEP IN THIS STILL CITY
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