![]() ![]() Day by day They crept about him drawing films of mist between him and familiar things, till at last he beheld nought at all and was quite blind and unaware of the anger of the gods. Lastly, the gods took away the fields and stream and left to the prophet only his house and the larger things that were in it. Then the gods sent away his familiar hills, to be seen no more by him, and all the pleasant woodlands on their summits and the further fields and in a narrower world Ord walked round and round, now seeing little, and his soul still wandered searching for some gods and finding none. Next the gods took from him, for Their vengeance resteth not, the birds and butterflies, flowers and leaves and insects and all small things, and the prophet looked on the world that was strangely altered, yet knew not of the anger of the gods. Then out of Ord's Dream of Life the gods plucked the moon and the stars, and in the night-time he only saw black sky and saw the lights no more. And that man's soul went wandering afield to find for itself gods, for ever finding them not. Terrible is the vengeance of the gods, and fierce were Their eyes when They looked on the head of Ord and snatched out of his mind all knowledge of Themselves. Had he been silent it might have still been well with Ord, but Ord went about the world crying out to all men, "There is a power over the gods." But as he gave Them worship, he saw the hand of a player, enormous over Their heads, stretched out to make his move. It chanced, or was ordained (who knoweth which?) that Ord, a prophet, one night saw the gods as They strode knee deep among the stars. Then said the gods: "See how We stir the dust." And as they played their game and moved the gods hither and thither about the board, the dust arose, and shone in the light from the players' eyes that gleamed behind the veils. ![]() ![]() And the players were robed and their faces veiled, and the robes and veils were alike, and their names were Fate and Chance. Two players sat down to play a game together to while eternity away, and they chose the gods as pieces wherewith to play their game, and for their board of playing they chose the sky from rim to rim, whereon lay a little dust and every speck of dust was a world upon the board of playing. Time and the Gods, by Lord Dunsany,, at Sacred Texts Legends and Sagas Dunsany Index Previous Next ![]()
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