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Updated: May 3, 2025
"Men speak of him as Miramon Lluagor, lord of the nine kinds of sleep and prince of the seven madnesses. He lives in mythic splendor at the top of the gray mountain called Vraidex, where he contrives all manner of illusions, and, in particular, designs the dreams of men."
Now when this terrible dizain was completed the lord of the seven madnesses laid fire to a wisp of straw, and he cast it to the winds, saying that thus should the anger of Miramon Lluagor pass over the land. Then he turned to these dreadful ten whom he had revivified from the dustheaps and garrets of Vraidex, and it became apparent that Miramon was deeply moved.
And when these junketings were over, Manuel said that, since it seemed he was not to be a wealthy nobleman after all, he and Niafer must be getting, first to the nearest priest's and then back to the pigs. "I am not so sure that you can manage it," said Miramon, "for, while the ascent of Vraidex is incommoded by serpents, the quitting of Vraidex is very apt to be hindered by death and fate.
And the question has become musty because it has been handled so often, and no man has ever been able to dispose of it." Manuel gave it up, and shrugged. "Well, let us conquer as we may, so that God be on our side." Miramon replied: "Never fear! He shall be, in every shape and attribute." So Miramon did what was requisite, and from the garrets and dustheaps of Vraidex came strong allies.
"Yes, something of the sort did occur in Dun Vlechlan." "And, as I well know, you have by your conduct of affairs upon Vraidex duly disconcerted me, who am the power of darkness " "Ah! ah! you, Miramon, are then the power of darkness!" "I control all dreams and madnesses, Dom Manuel; and these are the main powers of darkness." Manuel seemed dubious, but he only said: "Well, let us get on!
Meanwhile the sword Flamberge stayed in its curious blue scabbard. In the Doubtful Palace So Manuel and Niafer came unhurt to the top of the gray mountain called Vraidex, and to the doubtful palace of Miramon Lluagor. Gongs, slowly struck, were sounding as if in languid dispute among themselves, when the two lads came across a small level plain where grass was interspersed with white clover.
He gave them lodgings for the night, and honest bread and cheese, but for his own supper he took frogs out of his bosom, and roasted these in the coals. Then the two boys sat in the doorway, and watched that night's dreams going down from Vraidex to their allotted work in the world of visionary men, to whom these dreams were passing in the form of incredible white vapors.
None can withstand him, and nobody can pass the terrible serpentine designs which Miramon has set to guard the gray scarps of Vraidex, unless one carries the more terrible sword Flamberge, which I have here in its blue scabbard." "Why, then, it is you who must rescue the Count's daughter."
Manuel modeled in this clay, to the best of his ability, the head of Niafer, as he remembered her when they had loved each other upon Vraidex: and after the white head was finished he fitted it to the body which he had made from the other kinds of white earth.
I do not care to boast, you understand, and to be forced into self-praise is abhorrent to me. Yet truthfulness is all important at this solemn hour, and anyone hereabouts can tell you it was I who climbed gray Vraidex, and dealt so hardily with the serpents and other horrific protectors of Miramon Lluagor that I destroyed most of them and put the others to flight.
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