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Then along the torchlit corridors the King went to his chamber, and having shut the door in the empty room, beheld suddenly a figure wearing the cloak of a prophet; and the King perceived that it was he whose face was hidden at the banquet, who had not revealed his name. THEN ALONG THE TORCHLIT CORRIDORS THE KING WENT TO HIS CHAMBER AND HAVING SHUT THE DOOR IN THE EMPTY ROOM BEHELD SUDDENLY A FIGURE WEARING THE CLOAK OF A PROPHET AND THE KING PERCEIVED THAT IT WAS HE WHOSE FACE WAS HIDDEN AT THE BANQUET WHO HAD NOT REVEALED HIS NAME
he Sea came through the arches and sang of an island builded by magic out of pearls, that lay set in a ruby sea, and how it lay far off and under the south, guarded by jagged reefs whereon the sorrows of the world were wrecked and never came to the island. And how a low sunset always reddened the sea and lit the magic isle and never turned to night, and how someone sang always and endlessly to lure the soul of a King who might by enchantment pass the guarding reefs to find rest on the pearl island and not be troubled more, but only see sorrows on the outer reef battered and broken. Then Soul of the South rose up and sang a song of a fountain that ever sought to reach the sky and was ever doomed to fall to the earth again until at last…. [Illustration: Pattering Leaves Danced] Then whether it was the art of Pattering Leaves or the song of Dream of the Sea, or whether it was the fire of the wine of the elder Kings, Ebalon bade farewell kindly to the prophets when morning paled the stars. LED FOR DREAM OF THE SEA AND BADE HER SING AND DREAM OF THE SEA CAME THROUGH THE ARCHES AND SANG OF AN ISLAND BUILDED BY MAGIC OUT OF PEARLS THAT LAY SET IN A RUBY SEA AND HOW IT LAY FAR OFF AND UNDER THE SOUTH GUARDED BY JAGGED REEFS WHEREON THE SORROWS OF THE WORLD WERE WRECKED AND NEVER CAME TO THE ISLAND AND HOW A LOW SUNSET ALWAYS REDDENED THE SEA AND LIT THE MAGIC ISLE AND NEVER TURNED TO NIGHT AND HOW SOMEONE SANG ALWAYS AND ENDLESSLY TO LURE THE SOUL OF A KING WHO MIGHT BY ENCHANTMENT PASS THE GUARDING REEFS TO FIND REST ON THE PEARL ISLAND AND NOT BE TROUBLED MORE BUT ONLY SEE SORROWS ON THE OUTER REEF BATTERED AND BROKEN THEN SO THE SOUTH ROSE UP AND SANG A SONG OF A FOUNTAIN THAT EVER SOUGHT TO REACH THE SKY AND WAS EVER DOOMED TO FALL TO THE EARTH AGAIN UNTIL AT LAST THEN WHETHER IT WAS THE ART OF PATTERING LEAVES OR THE SONG OF DREAM OF THE SEA OR WHETHER IT WAS THE FIRE OF THE WINE OF THE ELDER KINGS EBALON BADE FAREWELL KINDLY TO THE PROPHETS WHEN MORNING PALED THE STARS
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