
And Slid said: “I am the Lord of gliding waters and of foaming waters and of still. I am the Lord of all
the waters in the world and all that long streams garner in the hills; but the soul of Slid is in the Sea.
Thither goes all that glides upon Earth, and the end of all the rivers is the Sea.”
And Slid said: “The hand of Slid hath toyed with cataracts, and down the valleys have trod the feet of
Slid, and out of the lakes of the plains regard the eyes of Slid; but the soul of Slid is in the sea.”
Much homage hath Slid among the cities of men and pleasant are the woodland paths and the paths of
the plains, and pleasant the high valleys where he danceth in the hills; but Slid would be fettered neither
by banks nor boundaries—-so the soul of Slid is in the Sea.
For there may Slid repose beneath the sun and smile at the gods above him with all the smiles of Slid,
and be a happier god than Those who sway the Worlds, whose work is Life and Death.
There may he sit and smile, or creep among the ships, or moan and sigh round islands in his great
content—-the miser lord of wealth in gems and pearls beyond the telling of all fables.
Or there may he, when Slid would fain exult, throw up his great arms, or toss with many a fathom of
wandering hair the mighty head of Slid, and cry aloud tumultuous dirges of shipwreck, and feel through all
his being the crashing might of Slid, and sway the sea. Then doth the Sea, like venturous legions on the
eve of war that exult to acclaim their chief, gather its force together from under all the winds and roar and
follow and sing and crash together to vanquish all things—-and all at the bidding of Slid, whose soul is in
the sea.
There is ease in the soul of Slid and there be calms upon the sea; also, there be storms upon the sea and
troubles in the soul of Slid, for the gods have many moods. And Slid is in many places, for he sitteth in
high Pegana. Also along the valleys walketh Slid, wherever water moveth or lieth still; but the voice and
the cry of Slid are from the sea. And to whoever that cry hath ever come he must needs follow and
follow, leaving all stable things; only to be always with Slid in all the moods of Slid, to find no rest until he
reaches the sea.
With the cry of Slid before them and the hills of their home behind have gone a hundred thousand to the
sea, over whose bones doth Slid lament with the voice of a god lamenting for his people. Even the
streams from the inner lands have heard Slid’s far-off cry, and all together have forsaken lawns and trees
to follow where Slid is gathering up his own, to rejoice where Slid rejoices, singing the chaunt of Slid,
even as will at the Last gather all the Lives of the People about the feet of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.
THE DEEDS OF MUNG
(Lord of all Deaths between Pegana and the Rim)
Once, as Mung went his way athwart the Earth and up and down its cities and across its plains, Mung
came upon a man who was afraid when Mung said: “I am Mung!”
And Mung said: “Were the forty million years before thy coming intolerable to thee?”
And Mung said: “Not less tolerable to thee shall be the forty million years to come!”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html