The Book of Wonder

The Book of Wonder?by Edward J. M. D. Plunkett, Lord Dunsany

The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Book of Wonder
by Edward J. M. D. Plunkett, Lord Dunsany #4 in our series by Edward J. M. D. Plunkett, Lord Dunsany
Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check the copyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing this or any other Project Gutenberg eBook.
This header should be the first thing seen when viewing this Project Gutenberg file. Please do not remove it. Do not change or edit the header without written permission.
Please read the "legal small print," and other information about the eBook and Project Gutenberg at the bottom of this file. Included is important information about your specific rights and restrictions in how the file may be used. You can also find out about how to make a donation to Project Gutenberg, and how to get involved.
**Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Texts**
**eBooks Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971**
*****These eBooks Were Prepared By Thousands of Volunteers!*****
Title: The Book of Wonder
Author: Edward J. M. D. Plunkett, Lord Dunsany
Release Date: February, 2005 [EBook #7477] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on May 8, 2003]
Edition: 10
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-Latin-1
*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BOOK OF WONDER ***

Produced by Suzanne Shell, Charles Bidwell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team.

THE BOOK OF WONDER
BY LORD DUNSANY

CONTENTS
Preface The Bride of the Man-Horse Distressing Tale of Thangobrind The Jeweller The House of the Sphinx Probable Adventure of the Three Literary Men The Injudicious Prayers of Pombo the Idolater The Loot of Bombasharna Miss Cubbidge and the Dragon Of Romance The Quest of the Queen's Tears The Hoard of the Gibbelins How Nuth Would Have Practised His Art Upon the Gnoles How One Came, As Was Foretold, to the City Of Never The Coronation of Mr. Thomas Shap Chu-Bu and Sheemish The Wonderful Window Epilogue

PREFACE
Come with me, ladies and gentlemen who are in any wise weary of London: come with me: and those that tire at all of the world we know: for we have new worlds here.

THE BRIDE OF THE MAN-HORSE
In the morning of his two hundred and fiftieth year Shepperalk the centaur went to the golden coffer, wherein the treasure of the centaurs was, and taking from it the hoarded amulet that his father, Jyshak, in the year of his prime, had hammered from mountain gold and set with opals bartered from the gnomes, he put it upon his wrist, and said no word, but walked from his mother's cavern. And he took with him too that clarion of the centaurs, that famous silver horn, that in its time had summoned to surrender seventeen cities of Man, and for twenty years had brayed at star-girt walls in the Siege of Tholdenblarna, the citadel of the gods, what time the centaurs waged their fabulous war and were not broken by any force of arms, but retreated slowly in a cloud of dust before the final miracle of the gods that They brought in Their desperate need from Their ultimate armoury. He took it and strode away, and his mother only sighed and let him go.
She knew that today he would not drink at the stream coming down from the terraces of Varpa Niger, the inner land of the mountains, that today he would not wonder awhile at the sunset and afterwards trot back to the cavern again to sleep on rushes pulled by rivers that know not Man. She knew that it was with him as it had been of old with his father, and with Goom the father of Jyshak, and long ago with the gods. Therefore she only sighed and let him go.
But he, coming out from the cavern that was his home, went for the first time over the little stream, and going round the corner of the crags saw glittering beneath him the mundane plain. And the wind of the autumn that was gilding the world, rushing up the slopes of the mountain, beat cold on his naked flanks. He raised his head and snorted.
"I am a man-horse now!" he shouted aloud; and leaping from crag to crag he galloped by valley and chasm, by torrent-bed and scar of avalanche, until he came to the wandering leagues of the plain, and left behind him for ever the Athraminaurian mountains.
His goal was Zretazoola, the city of Sombelen?. What legend of Sombelen?'s inhuman beauty or of the wonder of her mystery had ever floated over the mundane plain to the fabulous cradle of the centaurs' race, the Athraminaurian mountains, I do not know. Yet in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current, rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight,