LILITH A Fantasy Novel By George MacDonald - online book

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I fell fast asleep, and when I woke the sun was rising. I went to the top again, and looked back: the hollow I had crossed in the moonlight lay with­out sign of life. Could it be that the calm expanse before me swarmed with creatures of devouring greed ?
I turned and looked over the land through which my way must lie. It seemed a wide desert, with a patch of a different colour in the distance that might be a forest. Sign of presence, human or animal, was none —smoke or dust or shadow of cultivation. Not a cloud floated in the clear heaven; no thinnest haze curtained any segment of its circling rim.
I descended, and set out for the imaginable forest: something alive might be there ; on this side of it could not well be anything !
When I reached the plain, I found it, as far as my sight could go, of rock, here flat and channeled, there humped and pinnacled—evidently the wide bed of a vanished river, scored by innumerable water-runs, without a trace of moisture in them. Some of the channels bore a dry moss, and some of the rocks a few lichens almost as hard as themselves. The air, once ' filled with pleasant noise of waters,' was silent as death. It took me the whole day to reach the patch, —which I found indeed a forest—but not a rudiment
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