But upon men and beasts the sun sent a drowsiness. The river monsters
along the river’s marge lay dormant in the slime. The sailors pitched a
pavilion, with golden tassels, for the captain upon the deck, and then
went, all but the helmsman, under a sail that they had hung as an awning
between two masts. Then they told tales to one another, each of his own
city or of the miracles of his god, until all were fallen asleep. The
captain offered me the shade of his pavilion with the gold tassels, and
there we talked for awhile, he telling me that he was taking merchandise
to Perdóndaris, and that he would take back to fair Belzoond things
appertaining to the affairs of the sea. Then, as I watched through the
pavilion’s opening the brilliant birds and butterflies that crossed and
recrossed over the river, I fell asleep, and dreamed that I was a
monarch entering his capital underneath arches of flags, and all the
musicians of the world were there, playing melodiously their
instruments; but no one cheered.
In the afternoon, as the day grew cooler again, I awoke and found the
captain buckling on his scimitar, which he had taken off him while he
rested.
And now we were approaching the wide court of Astahahn, which opens upon
the river. Strange boats of antique design were chained there to the
steps. As we neared it we saw the open marble court, on three sides of
which stood the city fronting on colonnades. And in the court and along
the colonnades the people of that city walked with solemnity and care
according to the rites of ancient ceremony. All in that city was of
ancient device; the carving on the houses, which, when age had broken
it, remained unrepaired, was of the remotest times, and everywhere were
represented in stone beasts that have long since passed away from
Earth—the dragon, the griffin, and the hippogriffin, and the different
species of gargoyle. Nothing was to be found, whether material or
custom, that was new in Astahahn. Now they took no notice at all of us
as we went by, but continued their processions and ceremonies in the
ancient city, and the sailors, knowing their custom, took no notice of
them. But I called, as we came near, to one who stood beside the water’s
edge, asking him what men did in Astahahn and what their merchandise
was, and with whom they traded. He said, “Here we have fettered and
manacled Time, who would otherwise slay the gods.”
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