Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett

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Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett Selections from the Writings of Lord Dunsany… (1912)

The captain sate cross-legged upon the white deck with his scimitar lying beside him in its jewelled scabbard, and the sailors toiled to spread the nimble sails to bring the ship into the central stream of Yann, and all the while sang ancient soothing songs. And the wind of the evening descending cool from the snowfields of some mountainous abode of distant gods came suddenly, like glad tidings to an anxious city, into the wing-like sails.
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Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett Selections from the Writings of Lord Dunsany… (1912)

I said to the sentinel in the tongue of the region of Yann, 'Why are they all asleep in this still city?'
He answered: 'None may ask questions in this gate for fear they wake the people of the city. For when the people of this city wake the gods will die. And when the gods die men may dream no more.' And I began to ask him what gods that city worshipped, but he lifted his pike because none might ask questions there.
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Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett Selections from the Writings of Lord Dunsany… (1912)

And what the captain did he would not say; but every year as soon as the snows are hard, and travelling is easy on the Hian Min, that man comes down to the market in the plains, and always leaves for the captain in the gate of fair Belzoond a vessel of that priceless secret wine.
And as I sipped the wine and the captain talked, I remembered me of stalwart noble things that I had long since resolutely planned, and my soul seemed to grow mightier within me and to dominate the whole tide of the Yann.
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