[Transcriber's Note: This etext was first published in Weird Tales August 1934. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The fisherman loosened his knife in its scabbard. The gesture was instinctive, for what he feared was nothing a knife could slay, not even the saw-edged crescent blade of the Yuetshi that could disembowel a man with an upward stroke. Neither man nor beast threatened him in the solitude which brooded over the castellated isle of Xapur.…
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