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Gliding away from Verdanna at the turn of the tide, we cleared the strait, and gaining the more open lagoon, pointed our prows for Porpheero, from whose magnificent monarchs my lord Media promised himself a glorious reception.
"They are one and all demi-gods," he cried, "and have the old demi-god feeling. We have seen no great valleys like theirs: -their scepters are long as our spears; to their sumptuous palaces, Donjalolo's are but inns: -their banquetting halls are as vistas; no generations run parallel to theirs: -their pedigrees reach back into chaos.