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A few stayed behind in the Inner Lands and became the old men, but none that had ever climbed Poltarnees from the very earliest times had ever come back again. Many had gone up Poltarnees sworn to return. A FEW STAYED BEHIND IN THE INNER LANDS AND BECAME THE OLD MEN BUT NONE THAT HAD EVER CLIMBED POLTARNEY'S FROM THE VERY EARLIEST TIMES HAD EVER COME BACK AGAIN MANY HAD GONE UP POLTARNEY'S SWORN TO RETURN
e edge of the sky, and the happy golden windows of the homesteads stare gleaming into the dark, then the old and holy figure of Romance, cloaked even to the face, comes down out of hilly woodlands and bids dark shadows to rise and dance, and sends the forest creatures forth to prowl, and lights in a moment in her bower of grass the little glowworm's lamp, and brings a hush down over the grey lands, and out of it rises faintly on far-off hills the voice of a lute. There are not in the world lands more prosperous and happy than Toldees, Mondath, Arizim. From these three little kingdoms that are named the Inner Lands the young men stole constantly away. One by one they went, and no one knew why they went save that they had a longing to behold the Sea. Of this longing they spoke little, but a young man would become silent for a few days, and then, one morning very early, he would slip away and slowly climb Poltarnee's difficult slope, and having attained the top pass over and never return. LIGHT FLUSH UPON THE EDGE OF THE SKY AND THE HAPPY GOLDEN WINDOWS OF THE HOMESTEAD STAIR GLEAMING INTO THE DARK THEN THE OLD AND HOLY FIGURE OF ROMANCE CLOAKED EVEN TO THE FACE COMES DOWN OUT OF HILLY WOODLANDS AND BIDS DARK SHADOWS TO RISE AND DANCE AND SENDS THE FOREST CREATURES FORTH TO PROWL AND LIGHTS IN A MOMENT IN HER BOWER OF GRASS THE LITTLE GLOW WORM'S LAMP AND BRINGS A HUSH DOWN OVER THE GREY LANDS AND OUT OF IT RISES FAINTLY ON FAR OFF HILLS THE VOICE OF A LUTE THERE ARE NOT IN THE WORLD LANDS MORE PROSPEROUS AND HAPPY THAN TOLD EES MANDAT A REASON FROM THESE THREE LITTLE KINGDOMS THAT ARE NAMED THE INNER LANDS THE YOUNG MEN STOLE CONSTANTLY AWAY ONE BY ONE THEY WENT AND NO ONE KNEW WHY THEY WENT SAVE THAT THEY HAD A LONGING TO BEHOLD THE SEA OF THIS LONGING THEY SPOKE LITTLE BUT A YOUNG MAN WOULD BECOME SILENT FOR A FEW DAYS AND THEN ONE MORNING VERY EARLY HE WOULD SLIP AWAY AND SLOWLY CLIMB POLTARNEY'S DIFFICULT SLOPE AND HAVING ATTAINED THE TOP PASS OVER AND NEVER RETURN
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