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Pegasus, v. 2, issue 1, Summer 1943
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Pegasus and full of wonder concerning the significance thersof, conjeoturing from what remote reglon of time and place it was come to me. And as I pondered it seemed to me that I knew ths history of the tower but where or when I had learned it I could not tell. Then I knew That in sleep my spirit had wandered in the Great Abyss whinch is beyond space and time, and from which the spirit returneth bringing strange knowledge but no memory of its wandering in that unimaginable realm. And I looked upon the knowledge which was come to me out of the Abyss, learning of the land callod Cromaril and that which befsll the people thereof. * * * * * * * Long had the people of Cromaril know drought, and the drying of their streams beneath the unviled burning sun, and the withering and blacksning of thsir fields in the blight of the heat, and the choking dust that blew throughout the land in the heat, and the choking dust that blew throughout the land in the parching wind from the eastwardlying desert. Of all the rivers and streams which had watered the land there remained, aside from the mighty Amarthais which formed the western boundary of Cromaril down to the sea, Only the River Moul which flowes from the wild and remote regions to the north but did not enter the sea. For the river Moul was not like other rivers, but ended in the Pool of the Moon, where its waters sank into the earth and were seen no more. Moreover the swiftness of its current changed strangely between monnrise and moonrise, being at certain hours exceeding great and at other hours, when the moon hung overhead, too slight to be grat and at other hours, when the moon hung overhead, too slight to be perceived: hence did the people of the land call the river Moul, which signifieth Moon-River. And in every cycle of the moon, on the night when the Moon-Spirit came down from the Pearl of the Night banging round and bright and cold overhead to bathe in the Pool of the Moon, brimming and still, when the priests and people performed the Rite of the Renewing of the waters. And they invoked the favor of the pale Moon-Spirit floating in the Poll; and dipping therein earthen jars thery bore the water thence and poured it on their fields that the earth, blessed thus by the Moon-Spirit, might be fruitful. But the drought came breathing hot from the desert and the fields died, and the Rites availed naught. And the King spake with the wise men and prients and said: "Behold, the waters are gone from the land; the rains come not and the rivers vanish: the wells are filled with dust and the people perish. And it is come to pass that the River of the Monn growesth smaller day by day, and the waters thereof pass unrenawad into the ground and are lost. Surely the Moon-Spirit hath fortsaken us, his people. Now must we have water; else in these days our doom is come. What hope lives within you who know the mysteries of the elements and the ways of the gods?" But the sages could give no answer and the priests were dumb. then was the King sorrowful: and he made lament for his people, sayng, "The waters, the waters are gone, O my people; how shall ye drink? The life is gone from the fields, the life is gone from the fields, the life is gone: the sarth is clad no more, and the bones thereof lie bare: the bones of the earth lie bare
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Pegasus and full of wonder concerning the significance thersof, conjeoturing from what remote reglon of time and place it was come to me. And as I pondered it seemed to me that I knew ths history of the tower but where or when I had learned it I could not tell. Then I knew That in sleep my spirit had wandered in the Great Abyss whinch is beyond space and time, and from which the spirit returneth bringing strange knowledge but no memory of its wandering in that unimaginable realm. And I looked upon the knowledge which was come to me out of the Abyss, learning of the land callod Cromaril and that which befsll the people thereof. * * * * * * * Long had the people of Cromaril know drought, and the drying of their streams beneath the unviled burning sun, and the withering and blacksning of thsir fields in the blight of the heat, and the choking dust that blew throughout the land in the heat, and the choking dust that blew throughout the land in the parching wind from the eastwardlying desert. Of all the rivers and streams which had watered the land there remained, aside from the mighty Amarthais which formed the western boundary of Cromaril down to the sea, Only the River Moul which flowes from the wild and remote regions to the north but did not enter the sea. For the river Moul was not like other rivers, but ended in the Pool of the Moon, where its waters sank into the earth and were seen no more. Moreover the swiftness of its current changed strangely between monnrise and moonrise, being at certain hours exceeding great and at other hours, when the moon hung overhead, too slight to be grat and at other hours, when the moon hung overhead, too slight to be perceived: hence did the people of the land call the river Moul, which signifieth Moon-River. And in every cycle of the moon, on the night when the Moon-Spirit came down from the Pearl of the Night banging round and bright and cold overhead to bathe in the Pool of the Moon, brimming and still, when the priests and people performed the Rite of the Renewing of the waters. And they invoked the favor of the pale Moon-Spirit floating in the Poll; and dipping therein earthen jars thery bore the water thence and poured it on their fields that the earth, blessed thus by the Moon-Spirit, might be fruitful. But the drought came breathing hot from the desert and the fields died, and the Rites availed naught. And the King spake with the wise men and prients and said: "Behold, the waters are gone from the land; the rains come not and the rivers vanish: the wells are filled with dust and the people perish. And it is come to pass that the River of the Monn growesth smaller day by day, and the waters thereof pass unrenawad into the ground and are lost. Surely the Moon-Spirit hath fortsaken us, his people. Now must we have water; else in these days our doom is come. What hope lives within you who know the mysteries of the elements and the ways of the gods?" But the sages could give no answer and the priests were dumb. then was the King sorrowful: and he made lament for his people, sayng, "The waters, the waters are gone, O my people; how shall ye drink? The life is gone from the fields, the life is gone from the fields, the life is gone: the sarth is clad no more, and the bones thereof lie bare: the bones of the earth lie bare
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