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CHAPTER X.
The Prince and the Remora.

he had been too warm be-
fore, the prince was too cold
now. The hill of the Remora
was one solid mass of frozen
steel, and the cold rushed
out of it like the breath of
some icy beast, which indeed
it was. All around were
things like marble statues of
men in armour: they were
the dead bodies of the
knights, horses and all, who
had gone out of old to fight the Remora, and
who had been frosted up by him. The prince
felt his blood stand still, and he grew faint;
but he took heart, for there was no time to
waste. Yet he could nowhere see the Remora.

‘** Hi!” shouted the prince.

Then, from a narrow chink at the bottom of
the srnooth, black hill,—a chink no deeper than
that under a door, but a mile Wide asstole outa
hideous head!

It was as flat as the head of a skate-fish, it

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