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Little more of their history do I know." "Their maledictions?" exclaimed Borabolla. "Are they not delirious with suffering?" I cried. "They know not what they say." So, moved by all this, he commanded them to be guarded, and conducted within his palisade; and having supplied them with cheer, entered into earnest discourse.
In sum, Borabolla loved Jarl; and Jarl, pleased with this sociable monarch, for all his garrulity, esteemed him the most sensible old gentleman and king he had as yet seen in Mardi. For this reason, perhaps; that his talkativeness favored that silence in listeners, which was my Viking's delight in himself.
And being told of his experience in such matters, Borabolla surrendered the patient. The patient still continuing insensible, the fragments were disengaged by help of a bamboo scalpel; when a piece of the drinking cup previously dipped in the milk of a cocoanut was nicely fitted into the vacancy, the skin as nicely adjusted over it, and the operation was complete.
And as the convex fits not into the convex, but into the concave; so do men fit into their opposites; and so fitted Borabolla's arched paunch into Jarl's, hollowed out to receive it. But how now? Borabolla was jolly and loud: Jarl demure and silent; Borabolla a king: Jarl only a Viking; how came they together? Very plain, to repeat: because they were heterogeneous; and hence the affinity.
Brimming a ram's horn, the mellowest of bugles, Borabolla bowed to his silent guest, and thus spoke "In this wine, which yet smells of the grape, I pledge you my reverend old toper, my lord Capricornus; you alone have enough; and here's full skins to the rest!" "How jolly he is," whispered Media to Babbalanja. "Ay, his lungs laugh loud; but is laughing, rejoicing?"
Now, to the fact of his not being rated a demi-god, was perhaps ascribable the circumstance, that Borabolla comported himself with less dignity, than was the wont of their Mardian majesties.
Next morning, when much to the chagrin of Borabolla we were preparing to quit his isle, came tidings to the palace, of a wonderful event, occurring in one of the "Motoos," or little islets of the great reef; which "Motoo" was included in the dominions of the king.
When Media ate slowly, Borabolla took him to task, bidding him dispatch his viands more speedily. Whereupon said Media "But Borabolla, my round fellow, that would abridge the pleasure." "Not at all, my dear demi-god; do like me: eat fast and eat long." In the middle of the feast, a huge skin of wine was brought in.
Round all over; round of eye and of head; and like the jolly round Earth, roundest and biggest about the Equator. A girdle of red was his Equinoctial Line, giving a compactness to his plumpness. This old Borabolla permitted naught to come between his head and the sun; not even gray hairs. Bald as a gourd, right down on his brazen skull, the rays of the luminary converged.
The portly peltry of a goat; its horns embattling its effigy head; its mouth the nozzle; and its long beard flowed to its jet-black hoofs. With many ceremonial salams, the attendants bore it along, placing it at one end of the convivial mats, full in front of Borabolla; where seated upon its haunches it made one of the party.
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