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! THE PASSAGE: PUBLISHED
! THE PASSING OF THE ELVES: MANUSCRIPT
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The Northern seas are cold and cruel grey;

Across them sailed the fair tall Elven folk.

Southward, the seas are blue, serene and warm;

From that soft mist, with many a merry joke;

Sweet Spirits came. From West, at close of day,

Beneath sails brilliant as a peacock's fan,

'''Djinni''' arrived. From sunrise and through storm,

Across the Eastern ocean, last came-Man.

Not so awfully long ago, as the stars, who created

time, tell it, the Fair People withdrew from the Old

World (which they called the Middle Kingdom),

migrating across the Ocean Sea to dwell in the

hills and forests of the New Found Land.

The first to set foot on its shore (if he said so

himself, in the saga he often sang) was Ruddy Alf,

a copper-haired Sea-Troll of Nortland. It was he,

he bragged, who left Scandia to brave alone the

teeth of the Hell-hounds at sheer cliff's lip of the

flat Earth's edge; he the hero who pressed a single

print from his reindeer-hide boots on the beach

there, and he who came back to harp on it.

Next, or simultaneously, or (to hear his kin and

clan tell of it) years and years before, was

Brandan, a '''Leprechaun''' from Kerry, who zigzagged

all the way from the tip of the Dingle to the Brave

New World in a sealskin canoe, with naught but

poteen for provender.

But most of the Fair People deemed the exploits of

Alf and '''Brandan''' to be mere myth (even Legends, it

seems, look down on legends) and attributed the

Discovery of the New Found Land to the Italian

fairy Colon Savanelli, an intrepidly nautical Folleto

out of Genoa.

Savanelli had been commissioned by the Queen

of the Iberian Hadas (that is, the '''Spanish''' Fays) to

Seek the fabulous Spice Islands. Once found, she

Hoped that they would become a foster homeland

for her subjects, and indeed, for all the Fair People

of the Middle Kingdom whose Era, she feared, was

Coming to its end.

And it was.
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The Northern seas are cold and cruel grey;

Across them sailed the stern tall Elven-folk.

Southward, the seas are blue, serene and warm;

From that soft mist, with many a merry joke,

The Dark Ones came. From West, at close of day,

Beneath sails brilliant as a peacock's fan,

'''Spirits''' arrived. From sunrise and through storm

Across the Eastern ocean, last came -Man.

Not so awfully long ago, as the stars, who created

time, tell it, the Fair People withdrew from the Old

World, (which they called The Middle Kingdom),

migrating across the Ocean Sea to dwell in the

hills and forests of the New Found Land.

The first to set foot on its shore (if he said so him-

self, in the saga he sang of it often) was Ruddy Alf,

a copper- haired Sea Troll of Nortland. He it was,

he bragged, who braved alone the teeth of the Hel-

hounds at sheer cliff's lip of the flat Earth's Edge,

he the hero who pressed a single reindeer- hide

boot-print on the beach there, and he who came

back to harp on it.

Next, or simultaneously, or (to hear his kin and

clan tell of it) years and years before, was

Brandan, a '''Fir Bolg''' from Kerry, who zig-zagged all

the way West in a seal-skin canoe, with naught but

poteen for provender, from the tip of the Dingle to

the Brave New World.

But most of the Fair People deemed the exploits of

Alf and '''Cluricaune''' to be mere myth (even

Legends, it seems, look down on legends) and

attributed the Discovery of the New Found Land to

Colon Savanelli, an intrepidly nautical Folleto out

of Genoa.

Savanelli had been commissioned by the Queen

of the Hadas (that is, the '''Iberian''' Fays) to seek the

fabulous Spice Islands. She hoped that, once

found, they would become a foster homeland for

her subjects; and, indeed, for all the Fair People of

the Middle Kingdom, whose Era, she feared, was

coming to its end.

And it was.
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