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Portrait of Lord Dunsany Lord Dunsany Don Rodriguez: Chronicles of Shadow Valley…

The gross sleep of Morāno I will not describe to you, reader. I have chosen a pleasant tale for you in a happy land, in the fairest time of year, in a golden age: I have youth to show you and an ancient sword, birds, flowers and sunlight, in a plain unharmed by any dream of commerce: why should I show you the sleep of that inelegant man whose bulk lay cumbering the earth like a low, unseemly mountain?
Rodriguez overtook the shade he had lost and lay there resting until Morāno awoke, driven all at once from sleep by a dream or by mere choking.
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Portrait of Lord Dunsany Lord Dunsany Don Rodriguez: Chronicles of Shadow Valley…

The Professor rose: his cloak floated out from him as he left the chamber, and Rodriguez following where he guided saw, by the torchlight in the corridors, upon the dim purple border signs that, to his untutored ignorance of magic, were no more than hints of the affairs of the Zodiac. And if these signs were obscure it were better they were obscurer, for they dealt with powers that man needs not to possess, who has the whole earth to regulate and control; why then should he seek to govern the course of any star?
And Morāno followed behind them, hoping to be allowed to get a sight of the wars.
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Portrait of Lord Dunsany Lord Dunsany Don Rodriguez: Chronicles of Shadow Valley…

He saw retreats that History called routs, and routs that he had seen History calling retreats. He saw men winning victories without knowing they had won. Never had man pried before so shamelessly upon History, or found her such a liar. With his eyes on the great blue glass Rodriguez forgot the room, forgot time, forgot his host and poor excited Morāno, as he watched those famous fights.
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