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Many a song he sang, telling to spacious and exotic Yann the little tales and trifles of his city of Durl. MANY A SONG HE SANG TELLING TO SPACIOUS AND EXOTIC YAHN THE LITTLE TALES AND TRIFLES OF HIS CITY OF DOUR
to English with a very feeble equivalent of the rhythm that seemed so resonant in those tropic nights. To whatever god may hear. Wherever there be sailors whether of river or sea: whether their way be dark or whether through storm: whether their peril be of beast or of rock: or from enemy lurking on land or pursuing on sea: wherever the tiller is cold or the helmsman stiff: wherever sailors sleep or helmsmen watch: guard, guide and return us to the old land, that has known us: to the far homes that we know. To all the gods that are. To whatever god may hear. So he prayed, and there was silence. And the sailors laid them down to rest for the night. The silence deepened, and was only broken by the ripples of Yann that lightly touched our prow. Sometimes some monster of the river coughed. Silence and ripples, ripples and silence again. And then his loneliness came upon the helmsman, and he began to sing. And he sang the market songs of Durl and Duz, and the old dragon-legends of Belzoond. EMEMBER OF IT RENDERED INTO ENGLISH WITH A VERY FEEBLE EQUIVALENT OF THE RHYTHM THAT SEEMED SO RESONANT IN THOSE TROPIC NIGHTS TO WHATEVER GOD MAY HEAR WHEREVER THERE BE SAILORS WHETHER OF RIVER OR SEA WHETHER THEIR WAY BE DARK OR WHETHER THROUGH STORM WHETHER THEIR PERIL BE OF BEAST OR OF ROCK OR FROM ENEMY LURKING ON LAND OR PURSUING ON SEA WHEREVER THE TILLER IS COLD OR THE HELMSMAN STIFF WHEREVER SAILORS SLEEP OR HELMSMAN WATCH GUARD GUIDE AND RETURN US TO THE OLD LAND THAT HAS KNOWN US TO THE FAR HOMES THAT WE KNOW TO ALL THE GODS THAT ARE TO WHATEVER GOD MAY HEAR SO HE PRAYED AND THERE WAS SILENCE AND THE SAILORS LAID THEM DOWN TO REST FOR THE NIGHT THE SILENCE DEEPENED AND WAS ONLY BROKEN BY THE RIPPLES OF YAWN THAT LIGHTLY TOUCHED OUR PROW SOMETIMES SOME MONSTER OF THE RIVER COUGHED SILENCE AND RIPPLES RIPPLES AND SILENCE AGAIN AND THEN HIS LONELINESS CAME UPON THE HELMSMAN AND HE BEGAN TO SING AND HE SANG THE MARKET SONGS OF DUUR AND DUES AND THE OLD DRAGON LEGENDS OF BELZOUND
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