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The sand began to smoulder there, and vapors rose into the upper part of the hour-glass, and Jurgen saw that all the sand in Time's hour-glass was kindled by a magic generated by the contact of these two triangles. And in the vapors a picture formed. "I see a land of woods and rivers, Anaitis.
"I could wish there were some surer sign of that," said Jurgen. "I would have preferred that the pavilion and the decapitated Troll King had vanished with a peal of thunder and an earthquake and such other phenomena as are customary. Instead, nothing is changed except that the woman who was talking to me a moment since now lies at my feet in a very untidy condition.
Nor do I know what my desire is, even now. But I know that it is not possible for me to become young again, whatever I may appear to others." "Indeed, Jurgen, youth has passed out of your heart, beyond the reach of Leshy: and the nearest you can come to regaining youth is to behave childishly."
"Well, madame," said Jurgen, with a sigh, "now that we have reached NINE, I regret to say we have exhausted the digits." "Oh, what a pity!" cried Queen Dolores. "Nevertheless, I will concede the only illustration I disputed; there is but ONE Jurgen: and certainly this Praxagorean system of mathematics is a fascinating study."
"What is the meaning of this insane country?" says Jurgen, plunging at the heart of things. "There is no sense in it, and no fairness at all." "Ah," replied Satan, in his curious hoarse voice, "you may well say that: and it is what I was telling my wife only last night." "You have a wife, then!" says Jurgen, who was always interested in such matters.
Then King Smoit observed that it was high time he kept his appointment in Cornwall, and he melted into air, with an easy confidence that bespoke long practise: and Jurgen followed Queen Sylvia Tereu. About a Cock That Crowed Too Soon Next the tale tells of how Jurgen and the ghost of Queen Sylvia Tereu came into the White Turret.
For after all, these people may be right; and certainly I cannot go so far as to say they are wrong." Jurgen shrugged. "But still, at the same time !" Now in returning to his cabin Jurgen heard a frightful sort of yowling and screeching as of mad people. "Hail, daughter of various-formed Protogonus, thou that takest joy in mountains and battles and in the beating of the drum!
"You will not go to sea again, Jurgen, I suppose," observed one of the old fishermen. "You will always stay with us now." But this was not Jurgen's intention; he wanted to see something of the world.
And all passed in couples "as though they came from the Ark," said Jurgen. But the Centaur said they followed a precedent which was far older than the Ark. "For in this garden," said the Centaur, "each man that ever lived has sojourned for a little while, with no company save his illusions. I must tell you again that in this garden are encountered none but imaginary creatures.
"Assuredly," says Jurgen then, "a magic sword is a fine thing, and a very necessary equipment, too, for a knight errant of my age." "But you talk as though you were an old man, Messire de Logreus!" "Come now," thinks Jurgen, "this is a princess of rare discrimination. What, after all, is forty-and-something when one is well-preserved?
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