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Then
did
the
bearded
man
say
to
me
,
with
tears
on
his
cheek
,
"
We
have
rejected
the
beautiful
Land
of
Sona
--
Nyl
,
which
we
may
never
behold
again
.
The
gods
are
greater
than
men
,
and
they
have
conquered
.
"
And
I
closed
my
eyes
before
the
crash
that
I
knew
would
come
,
shutting
out
the
sight
of
the
celestial
bird
which
flapped
its
mocking
blue
wings
over
the
brink
of
the
torrent
.
Out
of
that
crash
came
darkness
,
and
I
heard
the
shrieking
of
men
and
of
things
which
were
not
men
.
From
the
East
tempestuous
winds
arose
,
and
chilled
me
as
I
crouched
on
the
slab
of
damp
stone
which
had
risen
beneath
my
feet
.
Then
as
I
heard
another
crash
I
opened
my
eyes
and
beheld
myself
upon
the
platform
of
that
lighthouse
whence
I
had
sailed
so
many
aeons
ago
.
In
the
darkness
below
there
loomed
the
vast
blurred
outlines
of
a
vessel
breaking
up
on
the
cruel
rocks
,
and
as
I
glanced
out
over
the
waste
I
saw
that
the
light
had
failed
for
the
first
time
since
my
grandfather
had
assumed
its
care
.
And
in
the
later
watches
of
the
night
,
when
I
went
within
the
tower
,
I
saw
on
the
wall
a
calendar
which
still
remained
as
when
I
had
left
it
at
the
hour
I
sailed
away
.
With
the
dawn
I
descended
the
tower
and
looked
for
wreckage
upon
the
rocks
,
but
what
I
found
was
only
this
:
a
strange
dead
bird
whose
hue
was
as
of
the
azure
sky
,
and
a
single
shattered
spar
,
of
a
whiteness
greater
than
that
of
the
wave-tips
or
of
the
mountain
snow
.
And
thereafter
the
ocean
told
me
its
secrets
no
more
;
and
though
many
times
since
has
the
moon
shone
full
and
high
in
the
heavens
,
the
White
Ship
from
the
South
came
never
again
.