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- impartial, none the less does Verdanna essay to taunt and provoke
Dominora; yet not with the like result. Perceive you, Braid-Beard, that
the trade-wind blows dead across this strait from Dominora, and not
from Verdanna? Hence, when King Bello’s men fling gibes and insults,
every missile hits; but those of Verdanna are blown back in its teeth:
her enemies jeering her again and again.”
“King Bello’s men are dastards for that,” cried Yoomy. “It shows
neither sense, nor spirit, nor humanity,” said Babbalanja.
“All wide of the mark,” cried Media. “What is to be done for Verdanna?”
“What will she do for herself?” said Babbalanja.
“Philosopher, you are an extraordinary sage; and since sages should be
seers, reveal Verdanna’s future.”
“My lord, you will ever find true prophets, prudent; nor will any
prophet risk his reputation upon predicting aught concerning this land.
The isles are Oro’s. Nevertheless, he who doctors Verdanna aright, will
first medicine King Bello; who in some things is, himself a patient,
though he would fain be a physician. However, my lord, there is a demon
of a doctor in Mardi, who at last deals with these desperate cases. He
employs only pills, picked off the Conroupta Quiancensis tree.”
“And what sort of a vegetable is that?” asked Mohi. “Consult the
botanists,” said Babbalanja.
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