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  1. TALES OF THE THE DYING EARTH
  2. Table of Contents
  3. The Dying Earth
  4. The Dying Earth
  5. 1. TURJAN OF MIIR
  6. 2. MAZIRIAN THE MAGICIAN
  7. 3. T'SAIS
  8. 4. LIANE THE WAYFARER
  9. 5. ULAN DHOR
  10. 6. GUYAL OF SFERE
  11. The Eyes of the Overworld
  12. Cugels Saga
  13. Cugels Saga
  14. CHAPTER I FROM SHANGLESTONE STRAND TO SASKERVOY
  15. CHAPTER II FROM SASKERVOY TO TUSTVOLD MUD-FLATS
  16. CHAPTER III FROM TUSTVOLD TO PORT PERDUSZ
  17. CHAPTER IV FROM PORT PERDUSZ TO KASPARA VITATUS
  18. CHAPTER V FROM KASPARA VITATUS TO CUIRNIF
  19. CHAPTER VI FROM CUIRNIF TO PERGOLO
  20. Rhialto the Marvellous
  21. Rhilato the Marvellous
  22. Foreword
  23. 1 The Murthe
  24. 2 Fader's Waft
  25. 3 Morreion
  26. Footnotes

The shadow of a sigh penetrated the wall.

"I am a magician indeed, with knowledge of every spell yet devised, the sleight of runes, incantations, designs, exorcisms, talismans. I am Master Mathematician, the first since Phandaal, yet I can do nothing to your brain without destroying your intelligence, your personality, your soul—for I am no god. A god may will things to existence; I must rely on magic, the spells which vibrate and twist space."

Hope faded from T'sais' eyes. "I wish to go to Earth," she said presently. "The sky of Earth is a steady blue, and a red sun moves over the horizons. I tire of Embelyon where there is no voice but yours."

"Earth," mused Pandelume. "A dim place, ancient beyond knowledge.

Once it was a tall world of cloudy mountains and bright rivers, and the sun was a white blazing ball. Ages of rain and wind have beaten and rounded the granite, and the sun is feeble and red. The continents have sunk and risen. A million cities have lifted towers, have fallen to dust. In place of the old peoples a few thousand strange souls live. There is evil on Earth, evil distilled by time. . . . Earth is dying and in its twilight..." he paused.

T'sais said doubtfully: "Yet I have heard Earth is a place of beauty, and I would know beauty, even though I die."

"How will you know beauty when you see it?"

"All human beings know beauty . . . Am I not human?"

"Of course."

"Then I will find beauty, and perhaps even—" T'sais faltered over the word, so alien was it to her mind, yet so full of disturbing implication.

Pandelume was silent. At last:

"You shall go if you wish. I will aid you as I may. I will give you runes to ward you from magic; I will strike life into your sword; and I will give you advice, which is this: Beware of men, for men loot beauty to sate their lust. Permit intimacy to none ... I will give you a bag of jewels, which are riches on Earth. With these you may attain much. Yet, again, show them nowhere, for certain men will slay for a copper bit."

A heavy silence came, a weight was gone from the air.

"Pandelume," called T'sais softly. There was no reply.

After a moment Pandelume returned, and the sense of his presence reached to her mind.

"In a moment," he said, "you may enter this room."

T'sais waited a period; then, as she was bid, entered the next room.

"On the bench to the left," came Pandelume's voice, "you will find an amulet and a little sack of gems. Clasp this amulet upon your wrist; it will reflect magic intended evilly against him who utters the spell. This is a most powerful rune; guard it well."

T'sais obeyed, and tied the jewels inside her sash.

"Lay your sword upon this bench, stand upon the rune in the floor and close your eyes tightly. I must enter the room. I charge you, do not attempt to see me—for there are terrible consequences."