Huginn: "They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground — # They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound. # And he saith, "Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide, # And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide, # And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest, # For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west."

Muninn: Too much, you have said too much.

H: That islander was a prophet.

M: He almost was a priest.

H: Azure, a directness of purpose, a focused mental fist which bides no opposition.

M: (firmly) We are NOT going back.

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