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that all may still remember the great fight that surged
about Tintaggon once, when he guarded the gods and the green
earth against Slid.
Sometimes in their dreams the war-scarred warriors of
Slid still lift their heads and cry their battle cry; then
do dark clouds gather about Tintaggon's swarthy brow and he
stands out menacing, seen afar by ships, where once he
conquered Slid. And the gods know well that while Tintaggon
stands They and Their world are safe; and whether Slid shall
one day smite Tintaggon is hidden among the secrets of the
sea.




A Legend of the Dawn


When the worlds and All began the gods were stern and old
and They saw the Beginning from under eyebrows hoar with
years, all but Inzana, Their child, who played with the
golden ball. Inzana was the child of all the gods. And the
law before the Beginning and thereafter was that all should
obey the gods, yet hither and thither went all Pegana's gods
to obey the Dawnchild because she loved to be obeyed.
It was dark all over the world and even in Pegana, where
dwell the gods, it was dark when the child Inzana, the Dawn,
first found her golden ball. Then running down the stairway
of the gods with tripping feet, chalcedony, onyx,
chalcedony, onyx, step by step, she cast her golden ball
across the sky. The golden ball went bounding up the sky,
and the Dawnchild with her flaring hair stood laughing upon
the stairway of the gods, and it was day. So gleaming
fields below saw the first of all the days that the gods
have destined. But towards evening certain mountains, afar
and aloof, conspired together to stand between the world and
the golden ball and to wrap their crags about it and to shut
it from the world, and all the world was darkened with their
plot. And the Dawnchild up in Pegana cried for her golden
ball. Then all the gods came down the stairway right to
Pegana's gate to see what ailed the Dawnchild and to ask her
why she cried. Then Inzana said that her golden ball had
been taken away and hidden by mountains black and ugly, far
away from Pegana, all in a world of rocks under the rim of
the sky, and she wanted her golden ball and could not love
the dark.
Thereat Umborodom, whose hound was the thunder, took his
hound in leash, and strode away across the sky after the
golden ball until he came to the mountains afar and aloof.
There did the thunder put his nose to the rocks and bay