THE GOLDEN PIPES THE GUARDIAN OF THE FIRE BY THAT PLACE CALLED PERADVENTURE THE SINGING OF THE BEES THE WHITE OMEN THE SOJOURNERS THE TENT OF THE PURPLE MAT THERE WAS A LITTLE CITY THE FORGE IN THE VALLEY They hung all bronzed and shining, on the side of Margath Mountain--the tall and perfect pipes of the organ which was played by some son of God when the world was young. At least Hepnon the cripple said this was so, when he was but a child, and when he got older he said that even now a golden music came from the pipes at sunrise and sunset. And no one laughed at Hepnon, for you could not look into the dark warm eyes, dilating with his fancies, or see the transparent temper of his face, the…
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