Time and the Gods

Time and the Gods
by Lord
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Plunkett]

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TIME AND THE GODS

LORD DUNSANY
1905

CONTENTS
Preface

Part I:
Time and the Gods
The Coming of the Sea
A Legend of the Dawn
The Vengeance of Men
When the Gods Slept
The King That Was Not
The Cave of Kai
The Sorrow of Search
The Men of Yarnith
For the Honour of the Gods
Night and Morning
Usury
Mlideen
The Secret of the Gods
The South Wind
In the Land of Time
The Relenting of Sarnidac
The Jest of the Gods

The Dreams of the Prophet

Part II:
The Journey of the King

PREFACE
These tales are of the things that befell gods and men in Yarnith,
Averon, and Zarkandhu, and in the other countries of my dreams.


PART I.

TIME AND THE GODS
Once when the gods were young and only Their swarthy servant Time
was without age, the gods lay sleeping by a broad river upon earth.
There in a valley that from all the earth the gods had set apart for Their
repose the gods dreamed marble dreams. And with domes and
pinnacles the dreams arose and stood up proudly between the river and
the sky, all shimmering white to the morning. In the city's midst the
gleaming marble of a thousand steps climbed to the citadel where arose
four pinnacles beckoning to heaven, and midmost between the
pinnacles there stood the dome, vast, as the gods had dreamed it. All
around, terrace by terrace, there went marble lawns well guarded by
onyx lions and carved with effigies of all the gods striding amid the
symbols of the worlds. With a sound like tinkling bells, far off in a land
of shepherds hidden by some hill, the waters of many fountains turned
again home. Then the gods awoke and there stood Sardathrion. Not to

common men have the gods given to walk Sardathrion's streets, and not
to common eyes to see her fountains. Only to those to whom in lonely
passes in the night the gods have spoken, leaning through the stars, to
those that have heard the voices of the gods above the morning or seen
Their faces bending above the sea, only to those hath it been given to
see Sardathrion, to stand where her pinnacles gathered together in the
night fresh from the dreams of gods. For round the valley a great desert
lies through which no common traveller may come, but those whom the
gods have chosen feel suddenly a great longing at heart, and crossing
the mountains that divide the desert from the world, set out across it
driven by the gods, till hidden in the desert's midst they find the valley
at last and look with eyes upon Sardathrion.
In the desert beyond the valley grow a myriad thorns, and all pointing
towards Sardathrion. So may many that the gods have loved come to
the marble city, but none can return, for other cities are no fitting home
for men whose feet have touched Sardathrion's marble streets, where
even the gods have not been