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And you wouldn't shame me before my own father； and all the people of
China。 You couldn't do that； Marco Polo。 Marco Polo；〃 she came
toward him； her eye shining； 〃let you stay！〃
〃Christ protect me！ Christ guide me！ Christ before me！〃
〃Marco Polo！〃
〃Christ behind me！〃
〃The moon； Marco Polo； and me； Golden Bells； and the nightingale in
the apple…tree！〃
〃Christ on my right hand！ Christ my left！ Christ below me！〃
Her arms were around his neck； cheek came close to his。
〃Marco Polo！ Marco Polo！〃
〃Christ above me！〃
〃My Marco Polo！〃
〃O； God！ Golden Bells！〃
And he put his arms around her； and his cheek to hers； and all the
battle and the disappointment and the fear and the strangeness went out of
him。 And down by the lake the wee frogs chirruped； and in the apple…tree
the nightingale never ceased from singing。 And they stayed there
shoulder to shoulder and cheek to cheek。 And the moon rose higher。
And it seemed only a moment they were there； until they heard the voice
of Li Po in the garden。
〃Are you there； Golden Bells？ Are you there at all； at all？ For two
hours I've been hunting and couldn't get sight or sign of you。 I have the
new song； Golden Bells。 For a long time I was dumb； but a little while
ago the power came to me； and I have the new song； Golden Bells； the
marrying song。 。 。〃
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CHAPTER XX
〃Thus far；〃 said Malachi of the Long Glen； 〃the story of Marco Polo。〃
〃That is a warm story； Malachi of the Glen； a warm and colored story；
and great life to it； and Golden Bells is as alive to me as herself there by
the fire； and I can see Marco Polo as plain as I can see my cousin Randall；
and he playing with dogs。 。 。〃
〃If they weren't real and live and warm； what would a story be； Brian
Oge； but a jumble of dead words？ A house with nobody in it； the poorest
thing in the world。〃
〃But Marco Polo came back to Venice； Malachi； and fought in the sea…
wars。〃
〃There's more to tell； Brian Oge。 But sometimes I wonder shouldn't
the best part of the story be kept to yourself。 The people aren't as wise as
they used to be； brown lad。 The end of a story now is a bit of kissing and
courting and the kettle boiling to be making tea。
〃But the older ones were wiser； Brian Donn。 They knew that the
rhythm of life is long and swinging； and that time doesn't stop short as a
clock。 Sure； what is a kiss from the finest of women but a pleasant thing；
like a long putt sunk； or the first salmon of the year caught like a trout； or
the ball through the goal before the whistle blows？ And there's many a
well…filled belly over a hungry soul。
〃But a story is how destiny is interwoven； the fine and gallant and the
tragic points of life。 And you mustn't look at them with the eyes of the
body； but you must feel with the antennae of your being。 Now； if you were
to look at the Lord Jesus with physical eyes； what would it be but a kindly；
crazy man and He coming to a hard and bitter end？ Look at it simply；
and what was the story of Troy but a dirty row over a woman？
〃But often times the stories with endings that grocer's daughters do not
be liking are the stories that are worth while。 And the worth while stories
do be lasting。 Never clip a story half…ways because Widow Robinson
doesn't like to have her mind disturbed； and she warming her breadth at
the fire。 The Widow Robinson may have a white coin to buy a book with；
and think you're the grand author entirely and you pleasing her。 But Lord
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God； who gave you the stories； know you for a louse。
〃I call to your mind the stories of great English writer the plays of
the Prince of Denmark； and the poor blind king on the cliff； and the
Scottish chieftain and his terrible wife。 The Widow Robinson will not
like those stories； and she will be keeping her white coin 。 。 。But those
stories will endure forever。 。 。
〃I will now tell you of Marco Polo； and him leaving China。 。 。
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CHAPTER XXI
You must see him now as he was seventeen years after he had come to
China； and fourteen years after his wife； little Golden Bells； had died； a
lean figure of a man； with his hair streaked with gray； a lean； hard face on
him and savage eyes； and all the body of him steel and whale…bone from
riding on the great Khan's business； and riding fast and furious； so that he
might sleep and forget； but forgetting never came to him。 。 。You might
think he was a harsh man from his face and eyes； but he was the straight
man in administering justice； and he had the soft heart for the poor the
heart of Golden Bells。 He was easily moved to anger； but the fine Chinese
people never minded him； knowing he was a suffering man。 Though
never a word of Golden Bells came from his mouth； barring maybe that
line of Dante's； the saddest line in the world； and that he used to repeat to
himself and no one there：
。 。 。〃'la bella persona Che mi fu tolta。 。 。che mi fu tolta'； who
was taken from me； Taken！ Taken from me！〃
And oftentimes a look would come over his face as if he were listening
for a voice to speak listening； listening； and then a wee harsh laugh
would come from him； very heartbreaking to hear； and whatever was in
his hand； papers or a riding…whip； he would pitch down and walk away。 。 。
He had just come in from the borders of the Arctic lands； from giving
the khan's orders to the squat； hairy tribes who live by the icy shores； and
had come to the garden by the Lake of Cranes； the garden where the
Golden Bells of singing and laughter were dumb this armful of years； and
he was alone； and the listening look was on his face； when there came
Kubla and Li Po and the old magician。 。 。
Now Kubla was very old； so old he could hardly walk； and very frail；
and Li Po was very o