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Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925

"Morning Star"

But say, where are we now?"
"In the Under-world, I think, Asti. Oh! that fire was death, and now we
journey to the Place of Souls."
"If so, Lady, it is strange that we should still have eyes and flesh and
voices as mortal women have. Let us sit up and look."
So they sat up, their arms about each other, and peered through the open
curtains. Behold! they were on a ship more beautiful than any they had
ever seen, for it seemed to be covered with gold and silver, while sweet
odours floated from its hold. Their pavilion was set in the centre of
the ship and looking aft, they perceived lines of white-clad rowers
seated at their oars in the shadow of the bulwarks, and on the high
stern--also robed in white--a tall steersman whose face was veiled,
behind whom in the dim glimpses of the moon, they caught sight of a wide
and silvery river, and on its distant banks palms and temple towers.
"It is the Boat of Ra," murmured Tua, "which bears us down the River of
Death to the Kingdom behind the Sun.


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