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Now, it was the wont of the folk of the Inner Lands to worship rumours and legends of the Sea, and all that their prophets discovered of the Sea was writ in a sacred book, and with deep devotion on days of festival or mourning read in the temples by the priests. NOW IT WAS THE WONT OF THE FOLK OF THE INNER LANDS TO WORSHIP RUMOURS AND LEGENDS OF THE SEA AND ALL THAT THEIR PROPHETS DISCOVERED OF THE SEA WAS WRIT IN A SACRED BOOK AND WITH DEEP DEVOTION ON DAYS OF FESTIVAL OR MOURNING READ IN THE TEMPLES BY THE PRIESTS
ass 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. 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. Once a king sent all his courtiers, one by one, to report the mystery to him, and then went himself; none ever returned. 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 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 ONCE A KING SENT ALL HIS COURTIERS ONE BY ONE TO REPORT THE MYSTERY TO HIM AND THEN WENT HIMSELF NONE EVER RETURNED
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