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Dawn was projecting its square, orange reflection upon the damp prison wall then the two men met eyes. None of them had had any sleep.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rustichello reached for the water bucket, rinsed his face, and knew he had to act fast for his cellmate to yield to his wishes.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/span>The people on the isle of Angamanam have dogs’ teeth and eyes<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u2013 Can you tell me about the Grand Khan and his leopard<\/strong> again?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marco Polo rolled his eyes and sighed. Sometimes this grown, bearded man really reminded him of the children that filled the streets of Samarkand.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2013 Alright, but only briefly. I’ve told you that one a million times and we need to move on to the story of the old man of the mountain<\/a><\/strong>! You’ve never imagined anything similar in your life, I’m sure, not even in your Arthurian legends<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He adjusted the lump of hay he used as a pillow \u2014 not that it made it any more comfortable \u2014 and started telling the same story he told every morning.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Grand Khan Hunting in Cyandu <\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 In the city of Cyandu there is a palace surrounded by sixteen miles of land<\/strong> filled with fountains, rivers, and meadows. The lord brought in a multitude of wild animals to feed his two hundred gyrfalcons<\/strong>. Once a week, the Grand Khan goes to visit them on horseback, carrying a leopard on the rump<\/strong>. When a beast pleases him, he releases the leopard. Then he feeds the dead beast to his gyrfalcons and hawks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/span>The Old Man of the Mountain made a Paradise out of his garden<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Why does he do it? \u2014 asked the writer.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 He does it just for fun, just because he can. Will you let me go on now? Come on, you’ll love this one, I’m sure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Old Man of the Mountain<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 So, there’s an old man in Mulecte known as Aloadin<\/strong>, who owns a wonderful garden<\/strong><\/a> enclosed between two mountains, where rivers of wine, milk, and honey flow among singing damsels, the most beautiful ones you’ve ever seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 What does he do with all that milk and honey?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 He kills his enemies<\/strong>. \u2014 Marco Polo was losing his patience. But he had no other option; he was in prison, after all.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 By drowning them?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2014 No, let me continue! The old man gathers little boys who dream of becoming knights and tells them the story of Muhammad’s paradise<\/strong>, describing exactly what’s in his garden. Then he gives them a sleeping drink and drags them through the garden gates; when they wake up, they think they died and woke up in Muslim paradise<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/span>The Grand Khan<\/strong> rides a horse with a leopard<\/strong> on its rump<\/span><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 And how does he kill them?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 They are not the ones he kills. Listen. When he wants to murder someone, he goes to the garden, chooses one boy and gives him the sleeping potion, taking him back to his mansion. When the boy opens his eyes, the old man convinces him he’s the Prophet<\/strong> and that he’ll let him back into Paradise<\/strong> only if he kills someone on the Prophet’s behalf. Do you get it now?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rustichello rubbed his eyes, leaning against the cold stone wall.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Dog-Faced People of Angamanam<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Is all this real?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Down to the smallest detail. I didn’t see everything myself, but I heard the stories from the people of Mulecte<\/strong>, where I lived for some time. They’re so kind, so educated, not like the ones who live on the island of Angamanam<\/strong>. Those idolaters don’t even have a king to govern them! Every man on this huge island has a dog’s head, teeth, and eyes<\/strong>. They grow a lot of spices and are very cruel, for they devour anyone who comes in their way. Their fruits are different from the ones we…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marco Polo held his breath as Rustichello closed his eyes and curled up on the ice-cold floor. Before falling asleep, he muttered something that sounded like “Book of Wonders<\/a><\/strong>“.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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