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Hither had come in the folk of the Weald from sheepfold and from forest, revolving slow thoughts of food, and shelter, and love, and they sat down wondering in that famous hall; and therein also were seated the men of Arn, the town that clustered round the King's high house, and all was roofed with red, maternal earth. If old songs may be trusted, it was a marvelous hall. HITHER HAD COME IN THE FOLK OF THE WIELD FROM SHEEP FOLD AND FROM FOREST REVOLVING SLOW THOUGHTS OF FOOD AND SHELTER AND LOVE AND THEY SAT DOWN WANDERING IN THAT FAMOUS HALL AND THEREIN ALSO WERE SEATED THE MEN OF ARNE THE TOWN THAT CLUSTERED ROUND THE KING'S HIGH HOUSE AND ALL WAS ROOFED WITH RED MATERNAL EARTH IF OLD SONGS MAY BE TRUSTED IT WAS A MARVELLOUS HALL
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. 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 the cloud would re-shape itself in the hall's lofty vault and drift on through it slowly, and out to the sky again through another window. And from its shape the knights in Camorak's hall would prophesy the battles and sieges of the next season of war. They say of the hall of Camorak at Arn that there hath been none like it in any land, and foretell that there will be never. AL 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 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 AND THE CLOUD WOULD RESHAPE ITSELF IN THE HALL'S LOFTY VAULT AND DRIFT ON THROUGH IT SLOWLY AND OUT TO THE SKY AGAIN THROUGH ANOTHER WINDOW AND FROM ITS SHAPE THE KNIGHTS IN CAMERACK'S HALL WOULD PROPHESY THE BATTLES AND SIEGES OF THE NEXT SEASON OF WAR THEY SAY OF THE HALL OF CAMERACK AT ARNE THAT THERE HATH BEEN NONE LIKE IT IN ANY LAND AND FORETELL THAT THERE WILL BE NEVER
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