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E. R. Eddison

Mezentian Gate


TO YOU, MADONNA MIA,

AND TO
MY MOTHER

AND TO MY FRIENDS
JOHN AND ALICE REYNOLDS

AND TO
HARRY PIRIE-GORDON
a fellow explorer in whom (as in Lessingham) I find that rare mixture of man of
action and connoisseur of strangeness and beauty in their protean manifestations,
who laughs where I laugh and lives the salt that I live, and to whom I owe my
acquaintance (through the Ortyieyinga Saga) with the earthly ancestress of my Lady
Kosma Parry

I DEDICATE THIS BOOK




Let me not to the marriage of true mindes
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration findes,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no, it is an ever fixed marke
That lookes on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandring barke,
Whose worths unknowns, although his higth be taken.
Love's not Times foole, though rosie lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickles compasse come,
Love alters not with his breefe houres and weekes,
But beares it out even to the edge of doome:
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Shakespeare


And ride in triumph through Persepolis! Is it not brave to be a King, Techelles?
Usumcasane and Theridamus, Is it not passing brave to be a King, And ride in
triumph through Persepolis?
Marlowe


I cannot conceive any beginning of such love as I have for you but Beauty. There