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38 The moon its rise from ocean takes; And gems proceed from hoods of snakes; From cows' bile yellow dyestuffs come; And fire in wood is quite at home: The worthy, by display of worth, Attain distinction, not by birth.

And again:

And once again:

"Oh," said Rusty, "you must not say such things. You are our counselor's son, an old retainer." "O King," said Victor, "there is something that should be said." And the king replied: "My good fellow, reveal what is in your heart."

Then Victor began: "My master set out to take water. Why did he turn back and camp here?" And