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           On,yeton,crepttheringofdarkness;itwasnowmorethanhalfacrosstheblood-redorb. Theairgrewthick,andstillmoredeeplytingedwithduskycrimson.On,yeton,tillwecouldscarcelyseethefiercefacesofthegroupbeforeus. Nosoundrosenowfromthespectators,andatlastGoodstoppedswearing. 

           "Themoonisdyingthewhitewizardshavekilledthemoon,"yelledtheprinceScraggaatlast."Weshallallperishinthedark," andanimatedbyfearorfury,orbyboth,heliftedhisspearanddroveitwithallhisforceatSirHenry’sbreast. Butheforgotthemailshirtsthatthekinghadgivenus,andwhichweworebeneathourclothing. Thesteelreboundedharmless,andbeforehecouldrepeattheblowCurtishadsnatchedthespearfromhishandandsentitstraightthroughhim. 

           Scraggadroppeddead. 

           Atthesight,anddrivenmadwithfearofthegatheringdarkness,andoftheunholyshadowwhich,astheybelieved,wasswallowingthemoon,thecompaniesofgirlsbrokeupinwildconfusion,andranscreechingforthegateways. Nordidthepanicstopthere. Thekinghimself,followedbyhisguards,someofthechiefs,andGagool,whohobbledawayafterthemwithmarvellousalacrity,fledforthehuts, sothatinanotherminuteweourselves,thewould-bevictimFoulata,Infadoos,andmostofthechiefswhohadinterviewedusonthepreviousnight,wereleftaloneuponthescene,togetherwiththedeadbodyofScragga,Twala’sson. 

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