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Marking all this, Babbalanja, who had been silently looking on, leaning against one of the palm pillars, quietly observed to Media: "My lord, I have seen this same reef at Rafona. In various places, it is of various hues. As for Zuma and Varnopi, both are wrong, and both are right."
Truth dwells in her fountains; where every one must drink for himself. For me, vain all hope of ever knowing Mardi! Away! Better know nothing, than be deceived. Break up!" And Donjalolo rose, and retired. All present now broke out in a storm of vociferation; some siding with Zuma; others with Varnopi; each of whom, in turn, was declared the man to be relied upon.
"Zuma," said he, addressing the foremost of the company, "you and Varnopi were directed to explore the island of Rafona. Proceed now, and relate all you know of that place. Your narration heard, we will list to Varnopi." With a profound inclination the traveler obeyed. But soon Donjalolo interrupted him. "What say you, Zuma, about the secret cavern, and the treasures therein?
But not long had Varnopi proceeded, when Donjalolo changed color. "What!" he exclaimed, "will ye contradict each other before our very face. Oh Oro! how hard is truth to be come at by proxy! Fifty accounts have I had of Rafona; none of which wholly agreed; and here, these two varlets, sent expressly to behold and report, these two lying knaves, speak crookedly both. How is it?
A very different account, this, from all I have heard hitherto; but perhaps yours is the true version. Go on." But very soon, poor Zuma was again interrupted by exclamations of surprise. Nay, even to the very end of his mountings. But when he had done, Donjalolo observed, that if from any cause Zuma was in error or obscure, Varnopi would not fail to set him right. So Varnopi was called upon.
"That," tremblingly replied Zuma, "is a specimen of the famous reef- bar on the west side of the island of Rafona; your highness perceives its deep red dyes." Said Donjalolo, "Varnopi, hast thou a piece of this coral, also?" "I have, your highness," said Varnopi; "here it is." Taking it from his hand, Donjalolo gazed at its bleached, white hue; then dashing it to the pavement, "Oh mighty Oro!
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