He lost the snake within the reeds but he came upon something
else--a canoe hidden there close to the bank. He examined it with
cackling laughter. There were two paddles within it which he took
and threw out into the current of the river. He watched them for a
while and then he sat down beside the canoe and commenced to splash
his hands up and down upon the water. He liked to hear the noise
and see the little splashes of spray. He rubbed his left forearm
with his right palm and the dirt came off and left a white spot
that drew his attention. He rubbed again upon the now thoroughly
soaked blood and grime that covered his body. He was not attempting
to wash himself; he was merely amused by the strange results.
"I am turning white," he cried. His glance wandered from his body
now that the grime and blood were all removed and caught again the
white city shimmering beneath the hot sun.
"A-lur--City of Light!" he shrieked and that reminded him again of
Tu-lur and by the same process of associated ideas that had before
suggested it, he recalled that the Waz-ho-don had thought him
Jad-ben-Otho.
"I am Jad-ben-Otho!" he screamed and then his eyes fell again upon
the canoe. A new idea came and persisted. He looked down at himself,
examining his body, and seeing the filthy loin cloth, now water
soaked and more bedraggled than before, he tore it from him and
flung it into the lake.
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