pany of his kind. He hides himself away
in some old hole or rocky fastness, lightless, matted, and
uncombed, and so thins and pines, or becomes a Wanderer or
Moh-mulgar. But it is rare for this to be, for very few
Mulgars dream beyond the mere forest, as it were; and fewer
still keep the memories of their dreams when the livelong
vision of Munza returns to their waking eyes. The Valleys
of Tishnar lie on either flank of the Mountains of
Arakkaboa, though she herself wanders only in the stillness
of the mountain snows. She is shown veiled on the rude pots
of Assasimmon and in Mulgar scratch-work, with one
slim-fingered hand clasping her robe of palest purple, her
head bent a little, as if hearkening to her thoughts; and
she is shod with sandals of silver. Of these things the
wandering Oomgar-nuggas, or black men, tell. From Tishnar,
too, comes the Last Sleep--the sleep of all the World. The
last sleep just of their own life only is
N[=o][=o]manossi--darkness, change, and the unreturning. And
Immanala is she who preys across these shadows, in this
valley. So, too, the Mulgars say, "N[=o][=o]ma, N[=o][=o]ma,"
when they mean shadow, as "In the sun paces a leopard's
N[=o][=o]ma at her side." Meermut, which means in part also
shadow, is the shadow, as it were, of lesser light lost in
Tishnar's radiance, just as moonlight may cast a shadow of
a pine-tree across a smouldering fire. There is, too, a
faint wind that breathes in the first twilight and
starshine of Munza called the Wind of Tishnar. It was, I
think, the faint murmur of this wind that echoed in the ear
of Mutta-matutta as she lay dying, for in dying one hears,
it is said, what in life would carry no more tidings to the
mind than light brings to the hand. Nod's bells that he
heard, and thought were his father's, must have been the
Zevveras' bells of Tishnar's Water-middens, all wandering
Meermuts. These Water-middens, or Water-maidens, are like
the beauty of the moonlight. The countless voices of
fountain, torrent, and cataract are theirs. They, with
other of Tishnar's Maidens, come riding on their belled
Zevveras, and a strange silence falls where their little
invisib