Of magic prince, of Zoroastric lore
Monarch and treasurer, with jealous eye
I view the efforts of the age to hide
The gallant deeds of doughty errant knights,
Who are, and ever have been, dear to me.
Enchanters and magicians and their kind
Are mostly hard of heart; not so am I;
For mine is tender, soft, compassionate,
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moving westward. Then, one day, he announced that half
Above all, trust not the cheesemonger, nor the Spider,
kept the table between them as he ate. The Shy Maid was
truth of these rumors. Go ashore and learn what you can.
December 1st. — We steered for the island of Lemuy. I
and somewhere at the top, the Shrouded Lord. I do not want
put to death soon after. Tied between two elephants and
A chunky red-faced man shouted assent. “I’d sooner
the ray of light from Max's lamp impinged upon the opening
end to this shadow war, my lord. That is your quest. Give
in an iron sluice gate. The Eurasian had passed it, but
man in his way, but the wound he had taken at the Bridge