THE FAR HILL
hardly touched the blue grass, and the transparent flowers sprang up again where they had passed.
Over the clear, amethyst rocks they climbed to the utmost summit. There they sat down, and a great wind out of the emptiness blew in their faces and sang in their ears. Below, a faint, moving mist hid the world; but Siddereticus stretched out his hand, and the great wind blew the mist aside. Through it shot up wide, golden rays of light, and little by little they could see—infinitely far below, but quite clear—cities and seas and rivers and forests. As they watched, the light faded, the golden rays spread and swam in a glorious afterglow, and twilight began to gather, green and penetrating. Stars came one by one out of hiding, like timid fire-flies. All down the darkly purple side of the mountain mysterious lights began to glow and to clothe the whole cliff with
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