Way of the Wind, The

<SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV"></SPAN><hr /> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_165" id="Page_165"></SPAN></span><br/> <h3>CHAPTER XXV.<span class="totoc"><SPAN href="#toc">ToC</SPAN></span></h3> <br/> <div class="imgl"> <ANTIMG border="0" src="images/image09.png" width-obs="100%" alt="CHAPTER XXV." /></div> <p>Not many moons after the wreck wrought by the withering winds, which, while they had not touched the place of the forks of the two rivers, lacked little of it, the Wise Men came out of the East and found Cyclona alone in the Kansas dugout there by the Big Arkansas and the Little Arkansas.</p> <p>"Is this the place where the Indians pitched their tents?" they asked, "because no cyclones come here?"</p> <p>"Yes," she answered.</p> <p>"Then this," said they, "is where we will build our city."</p> <p>"The Magic City," repeated Cyclona, without surprise.</p> <p>"When we have finished it," they smiled, "it will be a Magic City."</p> <p>Cyclona looked wistfully out along the weary track of the wind.</p> <p>"But Seth," said she, "will never see it maybe. He has given up and gone back home."</p> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />