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'Art thou Caradrion? he murmured swift, And echo gave reply, 'Caradrion'."
There on its summit, in a cavern deep, Dwells what thou seekest, half a bird, half man, Caradrion, the consecrate to pain." Then came the long journey and the search for the seamed rock. "'Twas night; and vapors, curling, choked the ground, And the rock writhed like flesh of one in pain.
Such a book was Physiologus, with his tales of strange beasts and magic jewels. "There is a bird called Caradrion", Thyrsis had read.... "And if the sick man can be healed, Caradrion goes to him, and touches him upon the mouth, and takes his sickness from him; and so the man is made well."
"'Caradrion? cried Cedric, starting up, 'Speak swiftly, ere too late, where dwelleth he? 'Ah, that I know not, spake the little voice, 'Yet keep thy courage, seek thou out the stork, The ancient stork that saw from earliest days, Sitting in primal contemplation lost, Sphinx-like, seraphic, and oracular, Watching the strange procession of men's dreams."
So Cedric told of his errand, and pleaded for help; he heard the answer of the voice: "'Yea, I can save her, if thou be a soul That can dare pain and face the rage of fate; A soul that feareth not to look on death. 'Speak on, said Cedric, shaking, and he spoke: 'This is my law, that am Caradrion, Whose way is sorrow and whose end is death; That by my pain some fleeting grace I win, Some joy unto another I can give.
They would go on to contemplate the glorious time when they would have money enough to build a home of their own, that could be inhabited in winter as well as in summer; Corydon always referred to it with the line from "Caradrion" "the little cot, fringed round with tender green." It would be fine for the baby, they agreed he should never have to go back to the city again.
'Nay, he, cried, 'then swift, Ere life be gone! But once more spake the voice: 'Nay, boy, my race is run, my power is spent; This hope alone I give thee, as thou wilt; Whoso stands by and sees my heart-throb cease, Who tastes its blood, my power and form are his, And forth he fares in solitary flight, Caradrion, the consecrate to pain.
But Cedric mounted up to find the cave, Crying aloud: 'I seek Caradrion. And so, till from the cavern depth a voice: 'Come not, except to sorrow thou be born. And Cedric, panting, stretched his shrunken arms: 'Another's sorrow would I change to joy, And mine own joy to sorrow; help thou me. To which the voice, sunk low, replied: 'Come thou. And Cedric came, unfearing, in the dark, And saw in gloomy night a form in pain, With wings stretched wide, and beating faint and fast.
And so, half wild with grief and despair, Cedric wandered forth into the world; and after great suffering, the birds took pity upon him, and gave him advice that he should seek Caradrion.
And besides, poetry doesn't sell." But none the less Thyrsis, who would never take a defeat, began to offer it about; and so "Caradrion" was added to the list of stamp-consuming manuscripts, and set out to see the world at the expense of its creator's stomach.
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