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When there is blood in the bath she knows there is war in the mountains; and yet she knows not where those mountains are. When she sings the fountains dance up from the dark earth, when she combs her hair they say there are storms at sea, when she is angry the wolves grow brave and all come down to the byres, when she is sad the sea is sad, and both are sad for ever. WHEN THERE IS BLOOD IN THE BATH SHE KNOWS THERE IS WAR IN THE MOUNTAINS AND YET SHE KNOWS NOT WHERE THOSE MOUNTAINS ARE WHEN SHE SINGS THE FOUNTAINS DANCE UP FROM THE DARK EARTH WHEN SHE COMBS HER HAIR THEY SAY THERE ARE STORMS AT SEA WHEN SHE IS ANGRY THE WOLVES GROW BRAVE AND ALL COME DOWN TO THE BUYERS WHEN SHE IS SAD THE SEA IS SAD AND BOTH ARE SAD FOR EVER
ir faces, a sudden gust--no more, and these declared that some one was burning cedarwood there. Men had dreamed that there is a witch there, walking alone through the cold courts and corridors of marmorean palaces, fearfully beautiful and still for all her fourscore centuries, singing the second oldest song, which was taught her by the sea, shedding tears for loneliness from eyes that would madden armies, yet will she not call her dragons home--Carcassonne is terribly guarded. Sometimes she swims in a marble bath through whose deeps a river tumbles, or lies all morning on the edge of it to dry slowly in the sun, and watches the heaving river trouble the deeps of the bath. It flows through the caverns of earth for further than she knows, and coming to light in the witch's bath goes down through the earth again to its own peculiar sea. In autumn sometimes it comes down black with snow that spring has molten in unimagined mountains, or withered blooms of mountain shrubs go beautifully by. USES BLEW INTO THEIR FACES A SUDDEN GUST NO MORE AND THESE DECLARED THAT SOMEONE WAS BURNING CEDAR WOOD THERE MEN HAD DREAMED THAT THERE WAS A WITCH THERE WALKING ALONE THROUGH THE COLD COURTS AND CORRIDORS OF MARMORIAN PALACES FEARFULLY BEAUTIFUL AND STILL FOR ALL HER FOURSCORE CENTURIES SINGING THE SECOND OLDEST SONG WHICH WAS TAUGHT HER BY THE SEA SHEDDING TEARS FOR LONELINESS FROM EYES THAT WOULD MADDEN ARMIES YET WILL SHE NOT CALL HER DRAGONS HOME CARCASSINY IS TERRIBLY GUARDED SOMETIMES SHE SWIMS IN A MARBLE BATH THROUGH WHOSE DEEPS A RIVER TUMBLES OR LIES ALL MORNING ON THE EDGE OF IT TO DRY SLOWLY IN THE SUN AND WATCHES THE HEAVING RIVER TROUBLE THE DEEPS OF THE BATH IT FLOWS THROUGH THE CAVERNS OF EARTH FOR FURTHER THAN SHE KNOWS AND COMING TO LIGHT IN THE WITCH'S BATH GOES DOWN THROUGH THE EARTH AGAIN TO ITS OWN PECULIAR SEA IN AUTUMN SOMETIMES IT COMES DOWN BLACK WITH SNOW THAT SPRING HAS MOLTEN AND UNIMAGINED MOUNTAINS OR WITHERED BLOOMS OF MOUNTAIN SHRUBS GO BEAUTIFULLY BY
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