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They shall do unto Zaccarath as the avalanche doth unto the hamlets of the valley." THEY SHALL DO UNTO ZACHARATH AS THE AVALANCHE DOTH UNTO THE HAMLETS OF THE VALLEY
leasant breeze among them caused by the fans of slaves; even their casting-spears were set with jewels; through their ranks the heralds went with mincing steps, and came to the prophets, clad in brown and black, and one of them they brought and set him before the King. And the King looked at him and said, "Prophesy unto us." And the prophet lifted his head, so that his beard came clear from his brown cloak, and the fans of the slaves that fanned the warriors wafted the tip of it a little awry. And he spake to the King, and spake thus: "Woe unto thee, King, and woe unto Zaccarath. Woe unto thee, and woe unto thy women, for your fall shall be sore and soon. Already in Heaven the gods shun thy god: they know his doom and what is written of him: he sees oblivion before him like a mist. Thou hast aroused the hate of the mountaineers. They hate thee all along the crags of Droom. The evilness of thy days shall bring down the Zeedians on thee as the suns of springtide bring the avalanche down. ED UPON VELVET CLOAKS WITH A PLEASANT BREEZE AMONG THEM CAUSED BY THE FANS OF SLAVES EVEN THEIR CASTING SPEARS WERE SET WITH JEWELS THROUGH THEIR RANKS THE HERALDS WENT WITH MINCING STEPS AND CAME TO THE PROPHETS CLAD IN BROWN AND BLACK AND ONE OF THEM THEY BROUGHT AND SET HIM BEFORE THE KING AND THE KING LOOKED AT HIM AND SAID PROPHESY UNTO US AND THE PROPHET LIFTED HIS HEAD SO THAT HIS BEARD CAME CLEAR FROM HIS BROWN CLOAK AND THE FANS OF THE SLAVES THAT FANNED THE WARRIORS WAFTED THE TIP OF IT A LITTLE AWRY AND HE SPAKE TO THE KING AND SPAKE THUS WOE UNTO THEE KING AND WOE UNTO ZACARATH WOE UNTO THEE AND WOE UNTO THY WOMEN FOR YOUR FALL SHALL BE SORE AND SOON ALREADY IN HEAVEN THE GODS SHUN THY GOD THEY KNOW HIS DOOM AND WHAT IS WRITTEN OF HIM HE SEES OBLIVION BEFORE HIM LIKE A MIST THOU HAST AROUSED THE HATE OF THE MOUNTAINEERS THEY HATE THEE ALL ALONG THE CRAGS OF DROOM THE EVILNESS OF THY DAYS SHALL BRING DOWN THE ZIDIANS ON THEE AS THE SUNS OF SPRINGTIDE BRING THE AVALANCHE DOWN
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