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tnat part OF the universe were dis
! lodged and ran melting down the sky:
Gauracy swept the fragments together
and formed sun UNNECESSARILY great
er than that which he had lost. And
the High Gods were frightened now
with reason, for in this intolerable
glare they showed as tlimsy and in
credible inventions, and they knew
that If ever the last remaining bee
were freed from the cross, the dizain
OF the Pleiades would be completed
and their day would be over, and the
power would return to Toupan.
Yet koshchei, lifting never finger,
said only: "Eh, sirs, have patience !!
For made all things as they are. and
know now 1t is my safeguard that l
have made them in two ways"
But Miramon, In his ivory tower
upon Vraidex, knew only that his wish
had been granted, for Gisele had gone
| just as bubble breaks.
"And good riddance, too" saws
Miramon. He turned to Ninzian, that
smiling fiend. "Why. did you ever see
the like of such outrageousnessi l"
"Oh, very Often" replied this Mn
zian, who too was married. Then Min
zian asked, "But what will you do
next?"
Says Miramon, II shall wish to have
back the secret and the solace of my
art"
But to Ninzian this seemed less OBJ
vious. "You may do that by releas-
ing the third bee. Yes Miramon, you
can get back your art, but you will be
left defenseless against the doom
which is appointed. No, friend, BY
my advice you will employ the can.
trap as you at first intended, and will
secure for yourself eternal life by
wishing that Flamberge may vanish
from this world Of men," And Ninzian
waved toward the sword with which
the Norns had fOreordained that Mira
mon Lluagor must be killed by his
own son.
The fallen wizard answered: "Of
what worth is life if it breed no more
dreams?" And Miramon said also, 81
wonder, Ninzian, just where is the
middle of next week?"
Sleek NinZian spoke, secure in his
Internal erudition. ut will fall upon
a Wednesday, but nobody knows
whence. Olybrius states that it is
now in Aratu, where all that enter
are clothed like bird with wings, and
have only dust and clay to eat in the
unchanging twilight"
"She would not like that. She had
always a delicate digestion"
Whereas ASiniuS Polio suggests.
not unplausibly, that 1t waits beyond
Slid and Gjold, in the blue house OF
Nostrand, where Sereda herds the I'M
born Wednesdays. under roof of
plated serpents-"
Dear me, now that would never
suit woman who had an almost NOR
bid aversion to reptiles !"
But SOsicles declares il il In
Nibalba, where Zipacna and Cabra.
kan play at handball, and the earth.
quakeS are at nurse"
"She would be none the hammer
there. She does not care for babies
she would not for one moment put I'M
with a fractions young earthquake
and would make things most unpleas.
ant for everybody. Ninzian"-and
Miramon "Ninzian, begin
to fear have been little hasty."
1T is the frailty of all you artists "
the f1end replied. "In any event Won
have one wish remaining, and no
more. You can at will desire to have
back again the control of your lost
magics, or you can have back your
wife to control you"
"Yes," says Miramon, forlornly.
"And indeed" the demon went on.
with that glib optimism reserved for
the dilemmas of ones friends. Gin
deed 1t Is in many ways splendid
thing for you to have the choice clear
cut. Nobody can succeed alike at be-
ing an artist and husband. | hold
no brief for either career, because I
think that art is an unreasonable mis-
tress. and | think also that a wife is
amenable to the same description. But
| am certain no man can serve both"
Miramon sighed. "That is true.
There is no marriage for the maker Of
dreams, because he is perpetually Gre
ating finer women than earth provides.
The touch of flesh cannot content him
who has arranged the shining hair of
angels and modelled the breasts of the
CnhinX
7 bed is there. of course, much as the
blanket or the pillow is there, and
each is an aid to comfort. But what
has the maker of dreams, what has
that troubled being who lives inside
the creature which mirror reveals TO
him. to do with women? At best. these
animals afford him models to be ideal.
| lied beyond the insignificant truth.
somewhat as l have made a sou;-con-
tenting portent with only lizard to
start on. And at worst, these animals
can live through no half-hour without
meddling where they do not under
stand"
Now Miramon kept silence. He was
lingering the magic colOrs with which
he blazOned the first sketches Of his
dream. Here was his white, which
J was the foam of ocean made solid. and
the black he had wrung from the
burned bones of nine emperors Here
was the yellow slime Of ScyrOs, and
crimson cinnabaris composed of the
| mingled blood Of behemOths and
dragons, and here was the poisonous
blue sand of Puteoli. And Miramon,
who was no longer a potent wizard,
/ h1IA Il