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- stretches not out his legs, and says unto himself, “Who is greater than
I?”
To be plain: concerning himself and the Skyeman, the tables were
turned. At sea, Jarl had been the oracle: an old sea-sage, learned in
hemp and helm. But our craft high and dry, the Upoluan lifted his crest
as the erudite pagan; master of Gog and Magog, expounder of all things
heathenish and obscure.
An hour or two was now laughed away in very charming conversation with
Media; when I hinted, that a couch and solitude would be acceptable.
Whereupon, seizing a taper, our host escorted us without the palace.
And ushering us into a handsome unoccupied mansion, gave me to
understand that the same was mine. Mounting to the dais, he then
instituted a vigorous investigation, to discern whether every thing was
in order. Not fancying something about the mats, he rolled them up into
bundles, and one by one sent them flying at the heads of his servitors;
who, upon that gentle hint made off with them, soon after returning
with fresh ones. These, with mathematical precision, Media in person
now spread on the dais; looking carefully to the fringes or ruffles
with which they were bordered, as if striving to impart to them a
sentimental expression.
This done, he withdrew.
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