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And there below him was the old wrinkled Sea, smiling and murmuring song. And he nursed little ships with gleaming sails, and in his hands were old regretted wrecks, and mast all studded over with golden nails that he had rent in anger out of beautiful galleons. AND THERE BELOW HIM WAS THE OLD WRINKLED SEA SMILING AND MURMURING SONG AND HE NURSED LITTLE SHIPS WITH GLEAMING SAILS AND IN HIS HANDS WERE OLD REGRETTED WRECKS AND MASTS ALL STUDDED OVER WITH GOLDEN NAILS THAT HE HAD RENT IN ANGER OUT OF BEAUTIFUL GALLEONS
ary seas ran down into Oriathon and he and all the others poured their beauty into one pool below me, yet would I return swearing that thou were fairer than they." And Hilnaric answered: "The wisdom of my heart tells me, or old knowledge or prophecy, or some strange lore, that I shall never hear thy voice again. And for this I give thee my forgiveness." But he, repeating the oath that he had sworn, set out, looking often backwards until the slope became to step and his face was set to the rock. It was in the morning that he started, and he climbed all the day with little rest, where every foot-hole was smooth with many feet. Before he reached the top the sun disappeared from him, and darker and darker grew the Inner Lands. Then he pushed on so as to see before dark whatever thing Poltarnees had to show. The dusk was deep over the Inner Lands, and the lights of cities twinkled through the sea-mist when he came to Poltarnees's summit, and the sun before him was not yet gone from the sky. OUGH MANY TRIBUTARY SEAS RUN DOWN INTO HORIATHAN AND HE AND ALL THE OTHERS POURED THEIR BEAUTY INTO ONE POOL BELOW ME YET WOULD I RETURN SWEARING THAT THOU WERT FAIRER THAN THEY AND TILL NOARCH ANSWERED THE WISDOM OF MY HEART TELLS ME OR OLD KNOWLEDGE OR PROPHECY OR SOME STRANGE LORE THAT I SHALL NEVER HEAR THY VOICE AGAIN AND FOR THIS I GIVE THEE MY FORGIVENESS BUT HE REPEATING THE OATH THAT HE HAD SWORN SET OUT LOOKING OFF AND BACKWARDS UNTIL THE SLOPE BECAME TO STEP AND HIS FACE WAS SET TO THE ROCK IT WAS IN THE MORNING THAT HE HAD STARTED AND HE CLIMBED ALL THE DAY WITH LITTLE REST WHERE EVERY FOOTHOLD WAS SMOOTH WITH MANY FEET BEFORE HE REACHED THE TOP THE SUN DISAPPEARED FROM HIM AND DARKER AND DARKER GREW THE INNER LANDS THEN HE PUSHED ON SO AS TO SEE BEFORE DARK WHATEVER THING POLTARNEY'S HAD TO SHOW THE DUSK WAS DEEP OVER THE INNER LANDS AND THE LIGHTS OF CITIES TWINKLED THROUGH THE SEA MIST WHEN IT CAME TO POLTARNI'S SUMMIT AND THE SUN BEFORE HIM WAS NOT YET GONE FROM THE SKY
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