ut come the morn, ’twas Tarvatillion, neither was it Epidydimos, who sooner chase-ed away his fog and arose to see the sun.  And he lookt aroundabout, and seen that

all was familier as that he remembert.  And he said, Behold, A new day of cognizance for me hath arriven.  ’Tis the same cognizance that I have had, but a new day thereof.

            And he reacht & take-ed again back his sword & armour from that sleepfing invisibol litch, and took & had them fired for to purge out the daemon Bacillus, that giveth litch.  (Sure, men have doubted whether that Epidydimus hath actually any litch atall.  But who may say, with an invizibol man?  As right cautien doth prescribe, so one needs must deem him touch’t.)

            And Tarvatillion causd a fabric to be drewn across Epidydimus, who sleepeth in his fitful way.  And so it is with this Epidydimist, saith Tarvatillion, That I can see him not, neither can I recall what waywerd things his delirium hath through his mouth pronounst, out in the wilderness of the afterwine, where many things have by men been said.  Sleepf thou, little Slayer, and find in dreams thy picke of precious things.

            For Epidydimus were the friend of Tarvatillion.