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have thee, Friend of all the World. It was written in thy horoscope that a Red Bull on a green field—I have not forgotten—should bring thee to honour. Who but I saw that prophecy accomplished? Indeed, I was the instrument. Thou shalt find me my River, being in return the instrument. The Search is great.'
He set his ivory-yellow face, serene and untroubled, toward the beckoning hills; his shadow shouldering far before him in the dust.
