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“It’s an evil craft, killing men," he thought. "But it's not our fault, O God! Make us free, O God, then we'll have peace."

They had fallen into two angry bands, each with its God. And men and Gods were whetting their knives. They did not notice the cool sea, which smelt like a peach, nor the sun, which blossomed like a heliotrope, nor the stars.