[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Weird Tales March 1939. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Into the granite city of Teloth wandered the youth, vine-crowned, his yellow hair glistening with myrrh and his purple robe torn with briers of the mountain Sidrak that lies across the antique bridge of stone. The men of Teloth are dark and stern, and dwell in square houses, and with frowns they asked the stranger whence he had come and what were his name and fortune. So the youth answered:…
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