Goodbye

Goodbye, Iraq:

Sir, said she, leave your horse here, and I shall leave mine; and took their saddles and their bridles with them, and made a cross on them, and so entered into the ship.... and so the wind arose, and drove them through the sea in a marvellous pace. And within a while it dawned.

Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte D'Arthur

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