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"
Wait
,
and
ye
shall
see
,
"
I
replied
,
hopping
with
excitement
.
"
O
Moon
!
Moon
!
Moon
!
wherefore
art
thou
so
cold
and
fickle
?
"
This
appropriate
quotation
was
from
the
pages
of
a
popular
romance
that
I
chanced
to
have
read
recently
,
though
now
I
come
to
think
of
it
,
it
was
ungrateful
of
me
to
abuse
the
Lady
of
the
Heavens
,
who
was
showing
herself
to
be
the
truest
of
friends
to
us
,
however
she
may
have
behaved
to
the
impassioned
lover
in
the
novel
.
Then
I
added
:
"
Keep
it
up
,
Good
,
I
ca
n't
remember
any
more
poetry
.
Curse
away
,
there
's
a
good
fellow
.
"
Good
responded
nobly
to
this
tax
upon
his
inventive
faculties
.
Never
before
had
I
the
faintest
conception
of
the
breadth
and
depth
and
height
of
a
naval
officer
's
objurgatory
powers
.
For
ten
minutes
he
went
on
in
several
languages
without
stopping
,
and
he
scarcely
ever
repeated
himself
.
Meanwhile
the
dark
ring
crept
on
,
while
all
that
great
assembly
fixed
their
eyes
upon
the
sky
and
stared
and
stared
in
fascinated
silence
.
Strange
and
unholy
shadows
encroached
upon
the
moonlight
,
an
ominous
quiet
filled
the
place
.
Everything
grew
still
as
death
.
Slowly
and
in
the
midst
of
this
most
solemn
silence
the
minutes
sped
away
,
and
while
they
sped
the
full
moon
passed
deeper
and
deeper
into
the
shadow
of
the
earth
,
as
the
inky
segment
of
its
circle
slid
in
awful
majesty
across
the
lunar
craters
.
The
great
pale
orb
seemed
to
draw
near
and
to
grow
in
size
.
She
turned
a
coppery
hue
,
then
that
portion
of
her
surface
which
was
unobscured
as
yet
grew
grey
and
ashen
,
and
at
length
,
as
totality
approached
,
her
mountains
and
her
plains
were
to
be
seen
glowing
luridly
through
a
crimson
gloom
.
On
,
yet
on
,
crept
the
ring
of
darkness
;
it
was
now
more
than
half
across
the
blood-red
orb
.
The
air
grew
thick
,
and
still
more
deeply
tinged
with
dusky
crimson
.
On
,
yet
on
,
till
we
could
scarcely
see
the
fierce
faces
of
the
group
before
us
.
No
sound
rose
now
from
the
spectators
,
and
at
last
Good
stopped
swearing
.
"
The
moon
is
dying
--
the
white
wizards
have
killed
the
moon
,
"
yelled
the
prince
Scragga
at
last
.
"
We
shall
all
perish
in
the
dark
,
"
and
animated
by
fear
or
fury
,
or
by
both
,
he
lifted
his
spear
and
drove
it
with
all
his
force
at
Sir
Henry
's
breast
.
But
he
forgot
the
mail
shirts
that
the
king
had
given
us
,
and
which
we
wore
beneath
our
clothing
.
The
steel
rebounded
harmless
,
and
before
he
could
repeat
the
blow
Curtis
had
snatched
the
spear
from
his
hand
and
sent
it
straight
through
him
.
Scragga
dropped
dead
.
At
the
sight
,
and
driven
mad
with
fear
of
the
gathering
darkness
,
and
of
the
unholy
shadow
which
,
as
they
believed
,
was
swallowing
the
moon
,
the
companies
of
girls
broke
up
in
wild
confusion
,
and
ran
screeching
for
the
gateways
.
Nor
did
the
panic
stop
there
.
The
king
himself
,
followed
by
his
guards
,
some
of
the
chiefs
,
and
Gagool
,
who
hobbled
away
after
them
with
marvellous
alacrity
,
fled
for
the
huts
,
so
that
in
another
minute
we
ourselves
,
the
would-be
victim
Foulata
,
Infadoos
,
and
most
of
the
chiefs
who
had
interviewed
us
on
the
previous
night
,
were
left
alone
upon
the
scene
,
together
with
the
dead
body
of
Scragga
,
Twala
's
son
.
"
Chiefs
,
"
I
said
,
"
we
have
given
you
the
sign
.
If
ye
are
satisfied
,
let
us
fly
swiftly
to
the
place
of
which
ye
spoke
.
The
charm
can
not
now
be
stopped
.
It
will
work
for
an
hour
and
the
half
of
an
hour
.
Let
us
cover
ourselves
in
the
darkness
.
"
"
Come
,
"
said
Infadoos
,
turning
to
go
,
an
example
which
was
followed
by
the
awed
captains
,
ourselves
,
and
the
girl
Foulata
,
whom
Good
took
by
the
arm
.
