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           Fromwhereherestedthevalleyseemedasifitwereinapitandnearlyamilebelow. Alreadyitwasdimwithhazeandshadow,thoughthemountainsummitsaroundhimwerethingsoflightandfire. Themountainsummitsaroundhimwerethingsoflightandfire,andthelittledetailsoftherocksnearathandweredrenchedwithsubtlebeauty—aveinofgreenmineralpiercingthegrey,theflashofcrystalfaceshereandthere,aminute,minutely-beautifulorangelichenclosebesidehisface. Thereweredeepmysteriousshadowsinthegorge,bluedeepeningintopurple,andpurpleintoaluminousdarkness,andoverheadwastheillimitablevastnessofthesky. Butheheededthesethingsnolonger,butlayquiteinactivethere,smilingasifheweresatisfiedmerelytohaveescapedfromthevalleyoftheBlindinwhichhehadthoughttobeKing. 

           Theglowofthesunsetpassed,andthenightcame,andstillhelaypeacefullycontentedunderthecoldclearstars.