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And I began to ask him what gods that city worshipped, but he lifted his pike because none might ask questions there. So I left him and went back to the _Bird of the River_. Certainly Mandaroon was beautiful with her white pinnacles peering over her ruddy walls and the green of her copper roofs. AND I BEGAN TO ASK HIM WHAT GODS THAT CITY WORSHIPPED BUT HE LIFTED HIS PIKE BECAUSE NONE MAY ASK QUESTIONS THERE SO I LEFT HIM AND WENT BACK TO THE BIRD OF THE RIVER CERTAINLY MANDAROON WAS BEAUTIFUL WITH HER WHITE PINNACLES PEERING OVER HER RUDDY WALLS AND THE GREEN OF HER COPPER ROOFS
urned 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?" 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. ER 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 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
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