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Bizarre, v. 4, issue 1, Janurary 1941
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Page 12 BIZARRE The Dwellers in the Mirage by A. Merritt Ai . . . Ai . . . sweet Evalie is dead! from paragraph 4—Page 289—"Dwellers in the Mirage"—how it should have ended. I saw Sri, crouching. One of his javelins was in Lur's breast; its mate in the dog wolf's throat. I walked to Lur, stiffly. Like a robot. The white wolf had crawled to her, dragging itself on its belly. It had dropped its head on her breast. It turned its head, glaring at me . . . I remembered it had always hated me. . . . "I wish you had never come here, Yellow-hair!" Her hand crept up, and dropped on the head of the dying wolf. She sighed—"Ai . . . and . . . Ai . . . my dear lake . . . my Lake of the Ghosts. . . ." Lur died Stiffly I walked to Evalie. I took her hands in mine. They were cold . . . cold. I had closed the gate to Khalk'ru . . . I had beaten the Kraken. . . . But the touch of Khalk'ru was on my heart . . . for ever. Dara said: "Dwayanu—it is finished! There are few of us left. What is your command?" I laughed. "Shall I lead Karak against the Rrrllya? I hear the drums of the Little People—and they are no longer on Nanbu's farther side. They are close. Or say, Sri—shall I give myself to your yellow manikins as a sacrifice? Answer . . . either of you . . . for I do not care." The golden pygmy looked away from me, to hide the pity of his eyes; Dara looked at me, frank tears in hers. She said: "You have ended war between Karak and the Little People. Stay and rule us." Sri said: "After I have told my people they will cling to you—though Evalie be dead." I said: "I have closed Khalk'ru's Gate. Yet Khalk'ru has touched my heart. I do not care whether I live or die. I will fight with you, Dara, against the Rrrllya. I will fight with you, Sri, against Karak. I do not care—except that I would choose that side which hold for me the swifter death." Dara said: "Stay—and rule us both, Dwayanu." Sri trilled: "We will obey you." I looked at dead Evalie. I looked at dead Lur, white wolf's head on her breast. I thought of Jim. I said: "No. Here there would be too many ghosts." Sri bent my head down to him. He thrust his hand into my breast, and dropped his head to listen to the beat of my heart. He said to Dara: "He is right. He must go." Dara asked: "Will you come back to us, Dwayanu?" "Never!" She thought over that answer long. She said at last to Sri: "How may he go?"
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Page 12 BIZARRE The Dwellers in the Mirage by A. Merritt Ai . . . Ai . . . sweet Evalie is dead! from paragraph 4—Page 289—"Dwellers in the Mirage"—how it should have ended. I saw Sri, crouching. One of his javelins was in Lur's breast; its mate in the dog wolf's throat. I walked to Lur, stiffly. Like a robot. The white wolf had crawled to her, dragging itself on its belly. It had dropped its head on her breast. It turned its head, glaring at me . . . I remembered it had always hated me. . . . "I wish you had never come here, Yellow-hair!" Her hand crept up, and dropped on the head of the dying wolf. She sighed—"Ai . . . and . . . Ai . . . my dear lake . . . my Lake of the Ghosts. . . ." Lur died Stiffly I walked to Evalie. I took her hands in mine. They were cold . . . cold. I had closed the gate to Khalk'ru . . . I had beaten the Kraken. . . . But the touch of Khalk'ru was on my heart . . . for ever. Dara said: "Dwayanu—it is finished! There are few of us left. What is your command?" I laughed. "Shall I lead Karak against the Rrrllya? I hear the drums of the Little People—and they are no longer on Nanbu's farther side. They are close. Or say, Sri—shall I give myself to your yellow manikins as a sacrifice? Answer . . . either of you . . . for I do not care." The golden pygmy looked away from me, to hide the pity of his eyes; Dara looked at me, frank tears in hers. She said: "You have ended war between Karak and the Little People. Stay and rule us." Sri said: "After I have told my people they will cling to you—though Evalie be dead." I said: "I have closed Khalk'ru's Gate. Yet Khalk'ru has touched my heart. I do not care whether I live or die. I will fight with you, Dara, against the Rrrllya. I will fight with you, Sri, against Karak. I do not care—except that I would choose that side which hold for me the swifter death." Dara said: "Stay—and rule us both, Dwayanu." Sri trilled: "We will obey you." I looked at dead Evalie. I looked at dead Lur, white wolf's head on her breast. I thought of Jim. I said: "No. Here there would be too many ghosts." Sri bent my head down to him. He thrust his hand into my breast, and dropped his head to listen to the beat of my heart. He said to Dara: "He is right. He must go." Dara asked: "Will you come back to us, Dwayanu?" "Never!" She thought over that answer long. She said at last to Sri: "How may he go?"
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