"He is in Odo, whither his anxieties impel him." "Hist, hist," said Yoomy.
"I leap upon the soil! Render thy account, Almanni! Where's my throne?
Mohi, am I not a king?
Do not thy chronicles record me?
Yoomy, am I not the soul of some one glorious song?
Babbalanja, speak .-- Mohi! Yoomy!" "What is it, my lord?
thou dost but dream." Staring wildly; then calmly gazing round, Media smiled.

"Ha! how we royalties ramble in our dreams! I've told no secrets ?" "While he seemed to sleep, my lord spoke much," said Mohi.
"I knew it not, old man; nor would now; but that ye tell me." "We dream not ourselves," said Babbalanja, "but the thing within us." "Ay ?--good-morrow Azzageddi!--But come; no more dreams: Vee-Vee! wine." And straight through that livelong night, immortal Media plied the can..