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“We left Massylia’s seaboard, sterile waste, where Azenéguan herds their cattle feed; a folk that never soft sweet waters taste, nor doth the meadow-math suffice their need; a land no luscious fruit’ery ever graced, where birds spoil iron in their maws of greed, a soil where nought save horrid Want abounds, parting the Berber’s from the Blackmoor’s grounds.