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- will depart when it suits him. Ask the shades of your sires whether
Taji thus scurvily greeted them, when they came stalking into his
presence in the land of spirits. No. Taji spread the banquet. He
removed their mantles. He kindled a fire to drive away the damp. He
said not, ‘Come you to fight, you fogs and vapors? come you to dwell?
or come you to fish in the sea?’ Go to, then, kings of Mardi!”
Upon this, the old king fell back; and his place was supplied by a
noble chief, of a free, frank bearing. Advancing quickly toward the
boat, he exclaimed—“I am Media, the son of Media. Thrice welcome, Taji.
On my island of Odo hast thou an altar. I claim thee for my guest.” He
then reminded the rest, that the strangers had voyaged far, and needed
repose. And, furthermore, that he proposed escorting them forthwith to
his own dominions; where, next day, he would be happy to welcome all
visitants.
And good as his word, he commanded his followers to range themselves
under the Chamois. Springing out of our prow, the Upoluan was followed
by Jarl; leaving Yillah and Taji to be borne therein toward the sea.
Soon, we were once more afloat; by our side, Media sociably seated; six
of his paddlers, perched upon the gunwale, swiftly urging us over the
lagoon.
The transition from the grove to the sea was instantaneous. All seemed
a dream.
The place to which we were hastening, being some distance away, as we
rounded isle after isle, the extent of the Archipelago grew upon us
greatly.
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