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Messer Marco Polo
Brian Oswald Donn-Byrne
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And so they went on eastward, ever eastward, and the moons were born, grew,
waned, and died. . .
They passed through Khotan, where the divers bring up jade from the rivers,
white jade and black jade, and green jade veined with gold. They passed through
Carnal, the shameful city, whose women are fair and wanton, whose men are
cuckolds. And they passed through the province of Chitingolos, where are the
mountains of the Salamanders. They passed through the city of Campicha,
where there are more idols than men. And they passed through the great city of
Samarkand, where the Green Stone is on which Timur's throne was set. . . And
were born and died. . .
They passed through Tangut, where the men will not carry the dead out through
the door of a house, but must break a hole in the wall. And they passed through
Kialehta, where there are snow-white camels. And they passed through the lands
of Prester John.
And now they were in the Tatar lands. There passed them lowing musk oxen.
There passed them the wild asses of Mongolia. There passed them the
barbarians, with their great tents on wheels. There passed them the black-jowled,
savage, idolaters. There passed them the pretty white-faced women. There
passed them huge, abominable dogs.
And they came to the town of Lob, and a new moon arose, and they entered the
Desert of the Singing Sands.