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The novel and its chapters were extracted from the source file as part of a larger collection of Melville's works.\n\n## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details\nThe chapter opens with the narrator and his companions at the Sign of the Skulls, where they observe the lords engaged in a dice game. They decide to leave Diranda the following morning. The chapter then recounts a monody about the death of Adondo, a legendary hero of Mardi. Babbalanja questions the origins of the monody, suggesting it may be a spontaneous melody that has existed since the beginning of Mardi.\n","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T20:49:05.096Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"CHAPTER XXXVIII. They Embark From Diranda","end_line":5162,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:38.723Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"CHAPTER XXXVIII. They Embark From Diranda","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":5068,"text":"CHAPTER XXXVIII.\r\nThey Embark From Diranda\r\n\r\n\r\nArrived at the Sign of the Skulls, we found the illustrious lord\r\nseigniors at rest from their flight, and once more, quaffing their\r\nclaret, all thoughts of the specter departed. Instead of rattling their\r\nown ivory iii the heads on their shoulders, they were rattling their\r\ndice in the skulls in their hands. And still “Heads,” was the cry, and\r\n“Heads,” was the throw.\r\n\r\nThat evening they made known to my lord Media that an interval of two\r\ndays must elapse ere the games were renewed, in order to reward the\r\nvictors, bury their dead, and provide for the execution of an Islander,\r\nwho under the provocation of a blow, had killed a stranger.\r\n\r\nAs this suspension of the festivities had been wholly unforeseen, our\r\nhosts were induced to withdraw the embargo laid upon our canoes.\r\nNevertheless, they pressed us to remain; saying, that what was to come\r\nwould far exceed in interest, what had already taken place. The games\r\nin prospect being of a naval description, embracing certain\r\nhand-to-hand contests in the water between shoals of web-footed\r\nwarriors.\r\n\r\nHowever, we decided to embark on the morrow.\r\n\r\nIt was in the cool of the early morning, at that hour when a man’s face\r\ncan be known, that we set sail from Diranda; and in the ghostly\r\ntwilight, our thoughts reverted to the phantom that so suddenly had\r\ncleared the plain. With interest we hearkened to the recitals of Mohi;\r\nwho discoursing of the sad end of many brave chieftains in Mardi, made\r\nallusion to the youthful Adondo, one of the most famous of the chiefs\r\nof the chronicles. In a canoe-fight, after performing prodigies of\r\nvalor; he was wounded in the head, and sunk to the bottom of the\r\nlagoon.\r\n\r\n“There is a noble monody upon the death of Adondo,” said Yoomy. “Shall\r\nI sing it, my lord? It. is very beautiful; nor could I ever repeat it\r\nwithout a tear.”\r\n\r\n“We will dispense with your tears, minstrel,” said Media, “but sing it,\r\nif you will.”\r\n\r\nAnd Yoomy sang:—\r\n\r\nDeparted the pride and the glory of Mardi:\r\nThe vaunt of her isles sleeps deep in the sea,\r\n    That rolls o’er his corpse with a hush.\r\n    His warriors bend over their spears,\r\n    His sisters gaze upward and mourn.\r\n        Weep, weep, for Adondo, is dead!\r\n    The sun has gone down in a shower;\r\n    Buried in clouds in the face of the moon;\r\nTears stand in the eyes of the starry skies,\r\n    And stand in the eyes of the flowers;\r\nAnd streams of tears are the trickling brooks,\r\n    Coursing adown the mountains.—\r\nDeparted the pride, and the glory of Mardi:\r\nThe vaunt of her isles sleeps deep in the sea.\r\nFast falls the small rain on its bosom that sobs.—\r\n    Not showers of rain, but the tears of Oro.\r\n\r\n\r\n“A dismal time it must have been,” yawned Media, “not a dry brook then\r\nin Mardi, not a lake that was not moist. Lachrymose rivulets, and\r\ninconsolable lagoons! Call you this poetry, minstrel?”\r\n\r\n“Mohi has something like a tear in his eye,” said Yoomy.\r\n\r\n“False!” cried Mohi, brushing it aside.\r\n\r\n“Who composed that monody?” said Babbalanja. “I have often heard it\r\nbefore.”\r\n\r\n“None know, Babbalanja but the poet must be still singing to himself;\r\nhis songs bursting through the turf in the flowers over his grave.”\r\n\r\n“But gentle Yoomy, Adondo is a legendary hero, indefinitely dating\r\nback. May not his monody, then, be a spontaneous melody, that has been\r\nwith us since Mardi began? What bard composed the soft verses that our\r\npalm boughs sing at even? Nay, Yoomy, that monody was not written by\r\nman.”\r\n\r\n“Ah! Would that I had been the poet, Babbalanja; for then had I been\r\nfamous indeed; those lines are chanted through all the isles, by prince\r\nand peasant. Yes, Adondo’s monody will pervade the ages, like the low\r\nunder-tone you hear, when many singers do sing.”\r\n\r\n“My lord, my lord,” cried Babbalanja, “but this were to be truly\r\nimmortal;—to be perpetuated in our works, and not in our names. Let me,\r\noh Oro! be anonymously known!”\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"CHAPTER XXXVIII. They Embark From Diranda"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJ8ZNB03D0FWFP362WQEN","peer_type":"novel","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AJRBWMRD0ARR29GR0G241","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AJSXQ4NYSBNDXGDVJNG87","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:41.948Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:05.853Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}