But all things sleep when the South Wind speaks to them and none heed
his cry that he hath known, but are rather content to sleep. But still
the South Wind, knowing that there is something that he hath forgot,
goes on crying, "I have known," seeking to urge men to arise and to
discover it. But none heed the sorrows of the South Wind even when he
driveth his tears out of the South, so that though the South Wind cries
on and on and never findeth rest none heed that there is aught that may
be known, and the Secret of the gods is safe. But the business of the
South Wind is with the North, and it is said that the time will one day
come when he shall overcome the bergs and sink the seas of ice and come
where the Secret of the gods is graven upon the pole. And the game of
Fate and Chance shall suddenly cease and He that loses shall cease to
be or ever to have been, and from the board of playing Fate or Chance
(who knoweth which shall win?) shall sweep the gods away.




IN THE LAND OF TIME


Thus Karnith, King of Alatta, spake to his eldest son: "I bequeath to
thee my city of Zoon, with its golden eaves, whereunder hum the bees.
And I bequeath to thee also the land of Alatta, and all such other
lands as thou art worthy to possess, for my three strong armies which I
leave thee may well take Zindara and over-run Istahn, and drive back
Onin from his frontier, and leaguer the walls of Yan, and beyond that
spread conquest over the lesser lands of Hebith, Ebnon, and Karida.
Only lead not thine armies against Zeenar, nor ever cross the Eidis."