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Then went Alexander on his way and came to a very fruitful land, a land with twelve rivers running into the sea. And on a night as he lay on his bed he saw in a dream the god of the land, tall and fair, clad in a chestnut-brown robe, wearing on his head a gold crown, and having two horns like ram’s horns. And as he dreamed the god said to him, pointing to a high mountain: “King Alexander, canst thou lift yonder hill and carry it on thy shoulder.” “Nay,” said Alexander, “who is there under heaven who might try?” “King,” said the god, “your name shall ever be remembered, till yonder hill is removed from its place.” Then Alexander laughed out with joy, and he said to the vision: “I beseech thee now, O Shining One, tell me as at this time ere thou pass away how I shall die, and when my day shall come?” Then the god looked on him sadly, and said: “Truly I hold it better that a man should not seek to know that which shall come upon him; yet since thou hast asked me, I tell thee that thou shalt conquer all nations, and die by poison, and thy years shall be finished ere thou reach middle age. Ask me no more of this as now; far in the Land of the East thou shalt be told the end of thy days by number.” And with these words the light in the room flickered and blew sideways, and Alexander started up, and behold there was no man with him. Then in the morning the king ordered his men to build him there a city, and that city remains to this day, and the name of it is Alexandria.