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Acolyte, v. 1, issue 4, Summer 1943
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The deep voice spake: "No price too great? Thou art a fool indeed! Woudst trade thy little soul, O man, that Lal-Var may be freed?" "My soul, my life, my body too - all these I will exchange," Spake Karith-Zan. The Voice then laughed, in accents deep and strange. And said: "O man, thou art an ass, to bargain thus with me; For if I wished to take thy soul, couldst take it [[underline]]now[[end underline]] from thee! But wait---thy quest amuseth me, a most diverting joke! The maiden shall be thine, and love for thee I shall evoke. And now, begone!" The door swung closed, and Karith Zan stepped back, Then downward made his way, still dazed--his mouth agape and slack. He scarce believed his ears awhile, until he came to Edd; Where just beyond, on desert sands, he saw the bones ahead. Then, coming close, he saw the shield and knew he had not dreamt. And he rejoiced and thought 'twas wise that he had dared attempt To bargain with the Fearful One, for now his quest was o'er. So digging deep, he hid the bones, and took his way once more; Returning thence to Yem-Dar-Ish, to claim the maid Lal-Var. But when he went to her abode, with honey in a jar, And gold, and gems, and frankincense, and many presents fair, Her tearful parents told him that she dwellt no longer there. The ghost of Anthai-Kath had come, to tell her of his fate - That now his bones were buried deep - in Eden he would wait. And so Lal-Var, in wretched grief, departed from her home, And to the vast still lake that lies hear Sarnath did she roam. Upon the great, grey rock she climbed, and cast herself therefrom. And some there were who heard a sound, as of a great, low drum. When Karith-Zan received this news, he bowed his head in grief; But when alone, he swore an oath, for 'twas his real belief The Ancient One had tricked him, and fulfilled his evel jest. But then the voice laughed in his ear, and bade him wait and rest Until the full moon rose that night, and he would have his wife. So Karith-Zan, upon his couch, played idly with a knife, And strove to calm his lustful thoughts, until the moon arose. At last it came, that silver light which warms as not as it grows; And with it came a muffled knock upon his chamber door. He flung it wide, then held his breath, until he could no more - The screamed it out, and screamed again, at what was standing there. Out in the streets, the screams were hears, and late folk stopped to stare; Then hurried on as fast they might, because they did not dare To seek the cause, lest they behold a sight not good to see. But in the dawn, a guardsman came, and in the house went he, And soon returned, his face quite pale, and told what he had seen: The goldsmith's son lay cold and dead, his face a ghastly green - Green water lay in little pools among the scattered rugs, And on the dead man's face there crawled green-spotted water bugs. And in his hand, he clutched a knife, while on the floor there laid A woman's breast, of purple hue, clean-severed by the blade. (advertisement) [[underline]]8-BALL[[end underline]], Canada's newest fanzine. Material by Croutch, Hurter, Mason, and others. First ish now ready----5[[cent symbol]] a copy from BREAK TAYLOR ST. ANDREW'S COLLEGE AURORA, ONTARIO CANADA (advertisement) The old standby, [[underline]]LIGHT[[end underline]] is still published at Box 121, Parry Sound, Ontario, Canada. Right on the dot---once a month, 12 pages full of.... Croutch, Bovard, and many others (including [[underline]]The Acolyte's[[end underline]] own Nanek) Only 5[[cent symbol]] each, 60[[cent symbol]] per year. LESLIE. A. CROUTCH --25--
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The deep voice spake: "No price too great? Thou art a fool indeed! Woudst trade thy little soul, O man, that Lal-Var may be freed?" "My soul, my life, my body too - all these I will exchange," Spake Karith-Zan. The Voice then laughed, in accents deep and strange. And said: "O man, thou art an ass, to bargain thus with me; For if I wished to take thy soul, couldst take it [[underline]]now[[end underline]] from thee! But wait---thy quest amuseth me, a most diverting joke! The maiden shall be thine, and love for thee I shall evoke. And now, begone!" The door swung closed, and Karith Zan stepped back, Then downward made his way, still dazed--his mouth agape and slack. He scarce believed his ears awhile, until he came to Edd; Where just beyond, on desert sands, he saw the bones ahead. Then, coming close, he saw the shield and knew he had not dreamt. And he rejoiced and thought 'twas wise that he had dared attempt To bargain with the Fearful One, for now his quest was o'er. So digging deep, he hid the bones, and took his way once more; Returning thence to Yem-Dar-Ish, to claim the maid Lal-Var. But when he went to her abode, with honey in a jar, And gold, and gems, and frankincense, and many presents fair, Her tearful parents told him that she dwellt no longer there. The ghost of Anthai-Kath had come, to tell her of his fate - That now his bones were buried deep - in Eden he would wait. And so Lal-Var, in wretched grief, departed from her home, And to the vast still lake that lies hear Sarnath did she roam. Upon the great, grey rock she climbed, and cast herself therefrom. And some there were who heard a sound, as of a great, low drum. When Karith-Zan received this news, he bowed his head in grief; But when alone, he swore an oath, for 'twas his real belief The Ancient One had tricked him, and fulfilled his evel jest. But then the voice laughed in his ear, and bade him wait and rest Until the full moon rose that night, and he would have his wife. So Karith-Zan, upon his couch, played idly with a knife, And strove to calm his lustful thoughts, until the moon arose. At last it came, that silver light which warms as not as it grows; And with it came a muffled knock upon his chamber door. He flung it wide, then held his breath, until he could no more - The screamed it out, and screamed again, at what was standing there. Out in the streets, the screams were hears, and late folk stopped to stare; Then hurried on as fast they might, because they did not dare To seek the cause, lest they behold a sight not good to see. But in the dawn, a guardsman came, and in the house went he, And soon returned, his face quite pale, and told what he had seen: The goldsmith's son lay cold and dead, his face a ghastly green - Green water lay in little pools among the scattered rugs, And on the dead man's face there crawled green-spotted water bugs. And in his hand, he clutched a knife, while on the floor there laid A woman's breast, of purple hue, clean-severed by the blade. (advertisement) [[underline]]8-BALL[[end underline]], Canada's newest fanzine. Material by Croutch, Hurter, Mason, and others. First ish now ready----5[[cent symbol]] a copy from BREAK TAYLOR ST. ANDREW'S COLLEGE AURORA, ONTARIO CANADA (advertisement) The old standby, [[underline]]LIGHT[[end underline]] is still published at Box 121, Parry Sound, Ontario, Canada. Right on the dot---once a month, 12 pages full of.... Croutch, Bovard, and many others (including [[underline]]The Acolyte's[[end underline]] own Nanek) Only 5[[cent symbol]] each, 60[[cent symbol]] per year. LESLIE. A. CROUTCH --25--
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