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And they say, too, that sometimes a cloud would come, and pour in through the top of one of the oriel windows, and it would come over the edge of the stonework as the sea mist comes over a sheer cliffs shaven lip where an old wind has blown for ever and ever (he has swept away thousands of leaves and thousands of centuries, they are all one to him, he owes no allegiance to Time). AND SAY TOO THAT SOMETIMES A CLOUD WOULD COME AND POUR IN THROUGH THE TOP OF ONE OF THE ORIEL WINDOWS AND IT WOULD COME OVER THE EDGE OF THE STONE WORK AS THE SEA MIST COMES OVER SHEER CLIFF'S SHAVEN LIP WHERE AN OLD WIND HAS BLOWN FOR EVER AND EVER HE HAS SWEPT AWAY THOUSANDS OF LEAVES AND THOUSANDS OF CENTURIES THEY ARE ALL ONE TO HIM HE OWES NO ALLEGIANCE TO TIME
ome clefts in the world and people peering over at the abyss. Then turning towards Green Park, where as yet Spring was not, the beggars stretched out their hands, and looking at the frozen grass and the yet unbudding trees they, chanting all together, prophesied daffodils. A motor omnibus came down the street, nearly running over some of the dogs that were barking ferociously still. It was sounding its horn noisily. And the vision went then. _In a letter from a friend whom I have never seen, one of those that read my books, this line was quoted--"But he, he never came to Carcassonne." I do not know the origin of the line, but I made this tale about it._ CARCASSONNE When Camorak reigned at Arn, and the world was fairer, he gave a festival to all the weald to commemorate the splendour of his youth. They say that his house at Arn was huge and high, and its ceiling painted blue; and when evening fell men would climb up by ladders and light the scores of candles hanging from slender chains.  CARCASSINI CHAPTER TWELVE OF A DREAMER'S TALES BY LORD DUNSANI THIS LIBER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN PREFACE IN A LETTER FROM A FRIEND WHOM I HAVE NEVER SEEN ONE OF THOSE THAT READS MY BOOKS THIS LINE WAS QUOTED BUT HE HE NEVER CAME TO CARCASSINI I DO NOT KNOW THE ORIGIN OF THE LINE BUT I MADE THIS TALE ABOUT IT WHEN CAMERACK REIGNED AT ARNE AND THE WORLD WAS FAIRER HE GAVE A FESTIVAL TO ALL THE WIELD TO COMMEMORATE THE SPLENDOR OF HIS YOUTH THEY SAY THAT HIS HOUSE AT IRON WAS HUGE AND HIGH AND ITS STEALING PAINTED BLUE AND WHEN EVENING FELL MEN WOULD CLIMB UP BY LADDERS AND LIGHT THE SCORES OF CANDLES HANGING FROM SLENDER CHAINS
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