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"Come," said the King, "let our prophets prophesy." COME SAID THE KING LET OUR PROPHETS PROPHESY
 of the splendour in which they sat; of the thousand lights and the answering emeralds; of the dangerous beauty of that hoard of queens, or the flash of their laden necks? There was a necklace there of rose-pink pearls beyond the art of the dreamer to imagine. Who shall tell of the amethyst chandeliers, where torches, soaked in rare Bhyrinian oils, burned and gave off a scent of blethany? (This herb marvellous, which, growing near the summit of Mount Zaumnos, scents all the Zaumnian range, and is smelt far out on the Kepuscran plains, and even, when the wind is from the mountains, in the streets of the city of Ognoth. At night it closes its petals and is heard to breathe, and its breath is a swift poison. This it does even by day if the snows are disturbed about it. No plant of this has ever been captured alive by a hunter.) Enough to say that when the dawn came up it appeared by contrast pallid and unlovely and stripped bare of all its glory, so that it hid itself with rolling clouds. UPON THEM WHO SHALL TELL OF THE SPLENDOUR IN WHICH THEY SAT OF THE THOUSAND LIGHTS AND THE ANSWERING EMERALDS OF THE DANGEROUS BEAUTY OF THAT HORDE OF QUEENS OR THE FLASH OF THEIR LADEN NECKS THERE WAS A NECKLACE THERE OF ROSE PINK PEARS BEYOND THE ART OF THE DREAMER TO IMAGINE WHO SHALL TELL OF THE AMETHYST CHANDELIERS WHERE TORCHES SOAKED AND RARE BYRRHONEAN OILS BURNED AND GAVE OFF A SCENT OF BLESSINGY THIS HERB MARVELLOUS WHICH GROWING NEAR THE SUMMIT OF MOUNT ZOMNOS SCENTS ALL THE ZOMNIENT RANGE AND IS SMELT FAR OUT ON THE CAPUSQUIN PLAINS AND EVEN WHEN THE WIND IS FROM THE MOUNTAINS IN THE STREETS OF THE CITY OF AGNATH AT NIGHT IT CLOSES ITS PETALS AND IS HEARD TO BREATHE AND ITS BREATH IS A SWIFT POISON THIS IT DOES EVEN BY DAY IF THE SNOWS ARE DISTURBED ABOUT IT NO PLANT OF THIS HAS EVER BEEN CAPTURED ALIVE BY A HUNTER ENOUGH TO SAY THAT WHEN THE DAWN CAME UP IT APPEARED BY CONTRAST PALLID AND UNLOVELY AND STRIPPED BARE OF ALL ITS GLORY SO THAT IT HID ITSELF WITH ROLLING CLOUDS
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