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XI Then Ulf spake, the prophet who in Sistrameides lives in a temple anciently dedicated to the gods. Rumour hath guessed that there the gods walked once some time towards evening. PART ELEVEN THEN ULF SPAKE THE PROPHET WHO INSISTS REMEDIES LIVES IN A TEMPLE ANCIENTLY DEDICATED TO THE GODS RUMOUR HATH GUESSED THAT THERE THE GODS WALKED ONCE SOMETIME TOWARDS EVENING
t high galleon shall come for thee, O King, nor what rowers, clad with purple, shall row at the bidding of gods when thou goest back with pomp to the river of Munra-O. But for me Tarn waits where the Seas of the West break over the edge of the world, and, as the years pass over me and the love of the chase sinks low, and as the glamour of the dark woods and mossy places dies down in my soul, ever louder and louder lap the ripples against the canoe of birch bark where, holding his twin-bladed oar, Tarn waits. “But when my soul hath no more knowledge of the woods nor kindred any longer with the creatures of the dark, and when all that Tarn hath given it shall be lost, then Tarn shall take me back over the western seas, where all the remembered years lie floating idly aswing with the ebb and flow, to bring me again to the river of Munra-O. Far up that river we shall haply chase those creatures whose eyes are peering in the night as they prowl around the world, for Tarn was ever a hunter.”  I KNOW NOT WHAT HIGH GALLEON SHALL COME FOR THEE O KING NOR WHAT WHAT ROWERS CLAD WITH PURPLE SHALL ROW AT THE BIDDING OF GODS WHEN THOU GOEST BACK WITH POMP TO THE RIVER OF MUNRA O BUT FOR ME TARN WAITS WHERE THE SEAS OF THE WEST BREAK OVER THE EDGE OF THE WORLD AND AS THE YEARS PASS OVER ME AND THE LOVE OF THE CHASE SINK SLOW AND AS THE GLAMOUR OF THE DARK WOODS AND MOSSY PLACES DIES DOWN IN MY SOUL EVER LOUDER AND LOUDER LAP THE RIPPLES AGAINST THE CANOE OF BIRCH BARK WHERE HOLDING HIS TWIN BLADED OAR TARNED WEIGHTS BUT WHEN MY SOUL HATH NO MORE KNOWLEDGE OF THE WOODS NOR KINDRED ANY LONGER WITH THE CREATURES OF THE DARK AND WHEN ALL THAT TARN HATH GIVEN IT SHALL BE LOST THEN TARN SHALL TAKE ME BACK OVER THE WESTERN SEAS WHERE ALL THE REMEMBERED YEARS LIE FLOATING IDLY A SWING WITH YEB AND FLOW TO BRING ME AGAIN TO THE RIVER OF MANRA O FAR UP THAT RIVER WE SHALL HAPLY CHASE THOSE CREATURES WHOSE EYES ARE PEERING IN THE NIGHT AS THEY PROWL AROUND THE WORLD FOR TARN WAS EVER A HUNTER
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