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From: | Nat James |
Subject: | [Bug-ToutDoux] forgetfulness |
Date: | Sun, 17 Sep 2006 20:37:24 -0000 |
Be silent,for here the ears of the god are
everywhere. Perhaps that matterwill be settled at the Council of the Priests
to-morrow, Lord.
Let us pass into the presence of the godand make
offering of the yearly sacrifice.
Be silent,for here the ears of the god are
everywhere.
This was now empty, although in it lights still
burned.
Then she fell down there upon the table and was
still. Yes, Baas, though I dont believe that either will serve us much.
In short, those who became alivein Heu-Heu, became
also dead to the world. But then your people roughly hunted her away, sothat we were
obliged to walk to your town. Tall and stately, she stood quite still before us, her
blackhair streaming down upon her shoulders.
I observed, however, that the lady called
Dramanadrank but little. Infact, I think it was Dramana who kissed me, for she, too,
had gonemad. Dacha seemed as though he were about to say something, a word of
doommayhap. But how are you named, O Messenger of Zikali?
Different men havedifferent tastes,
Baas.
Then I understood, and bade him produce a new box
of Best Wax Vestasand hold it out in his hand. I pray so also, since she is too fair
to die, I answered, who wouldbe a lovely wife for any man.
You fellows have readof the effects of opium
smoking; well, it was that kind of thing, onlyworse. I obeyed, thinking it safer,
and another ten minutes or so went by inan intolerable stillness. Nay, I answered,
the god I mean is called Heu-Heu, not Dacha. Our compact sealed, we went through the
door and found the priestwaiting outside. Now if we are to bring this about we must
keep our eyesopen and our wits sharp.
Anything more ridiculous than this scene it is
impossible to imagine.
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