The Gods of Pegana — Themes and Context

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Authors: Dunsany, Lord, 1878-1957 Digital Source: Project Gutenberg Gutenberg Release Year: 2005 First Publication Year: Not confirmed

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Lord Dunsany's invented mythology of Pegana, where the sleeping god MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI dreams worlds into being through Skarl's drumming, unfolds in a series of prose poems and parables about gods, prophets, and the inexorable forces of time and death.

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en said the gods, making the signs of the gods and speaking with Their hands lest the silence of Pegana should blush; then said the gods to one another, speaking with Their hands; “Let Us make worlds to amuse Ourselves while MANA rests. Let Us make worlds and Life and Death, and colours in the sky; only let Us not break the silence upon Pegana.”

Then raising Their hands, each god according to his sign, They made the worlds and the suns, and put a light in the houses of the sky.

Then said the gods: “Let Us make one to seek, to seek and never to find out concerning the wherefore of the making of the gods.”

And They made by the lifting of Their hands, each god according to his sign, the Bright One with the flaring tail to seek from the end of the Worlds to the end of them again, to return again after a hundred years.

Man, when thou seest the comet, know that another seeketh besides thee nor ever findeth out.

Then said the gods, still speaking with Their hands: “Let there be now a Watcher to regard.”

And They made the Moon, with his face wrinkled with many mountains and worn with a thousand valleys, to regard with pale eyes the games of the small gods, and to watch throughout the resting time of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI; to watch, to regard all things, and be silent.

Then said the gods: “Let Us make one to rest. One not to move among the moving. One not to seek like the comet, nor to go round like the worlds; to rest while MANA rests.”

And They made the Star of the Abiding and set it in the North.

Man, when thou seest the Star of the Abiding to the North, know that one resteth as doth MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, and know that somewhere among the Worlds is rest.

Lastly the gods said: “We have made worlds and suns, and one to seek and another to regard, let Us now make one to wonder.”

And They made Earth to wonder, each god by the uplifting of his hand according to his sign.

OF THE GAME OF THE GODS

A million years passed over the first game of the gods. And MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI still rested, still in the middle of Time, and the gods still played with Worlds. The Moon regarded, and the Bright One sought, and returned again to his seeking.

Then Kib grew weary of the first game of the gods, and raised his hand in Pegana, making the sign of Kib, and Earth became covered with beasts for Kib to play with.

And Kib played with beasts.

But the other gods said one to another, speaking with their hands: “What is it that Kib has done?”

And They said to Kib: “What are these things that move upon The Earth yet move not in circles like the Worlds, that regard like the Moon and yet they do not shine?”

And Kib said: “This is Life.”

But the gods said one to another: “If Kib has thus made beasts he will in time make Men, and will endanger the Secret of the gods.”

And Mung was jealous of the work of Kib, and sent down Death among the beasts, but could not stamp them out.

A million years passed over the second game of the gods, and still it was the Middle of Time.

And Kib grew weary of the second game, and raised his hand in the Middle of All, making the sign of Kib, and made Men: out of beasts he made them, and Earth was covered with Men.

Then the gods feared greatly for the Secret of the gods, and set a veil between Man and his ignorance that he might not understand. And Mung was busy among Men.

But when the other gods saw Kib playing his new game They came and played it too. And this They will play until MANA arises to rebuke Them, saying: “What do ye playing with Worlds and Suns and Men and Life and Death?” And They shall be ashamed of Their playing in the hour of the laughter of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI.

It was Kib who first broke the Silence of Pegana, by speaking with his mouth like a man.

And all the other gods were angry with Kib that he had spoken with his mouth.

And there was no longer silence in Pegana or the Worlds.

THE CHAUNT OF THE GODS

There came the voice of the gods singing the chaunt of the gods, singing: “We are the gods; We are the little games of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI that he hath played and hath forgotten.

“MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI hath made us, and We made the Worlds and the Suns.

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The preface immediately establishes a tone of cosmic uncertainty: before THE BEGINNING, Fate and Chance cast lots, and the winner commanded MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI to make gods. Who won—Fate or Chance—is left unknown. This opening frames the entire work as a mythology built on deliberate gaps, where origins are hinted but never fully explained. The introduction then declares that MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI made the gods and rested, and that at the Last he will forget to rest and destroy them. This cyclical structure—creation, rest, destruction—gives the reader a clear arc from the first page.

The first chapter, "Of Skarl the Drummer," shows how the gods' existence depends on Skarl's perpetual drumming, which lulls MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI to sleep. Worlds and suns may be echoes of that drum or dreams arising in the god's mind. The prose is rhythmic and incantatory, matching its subject.

The Gods as Forces, Not Characters

The excerpts present gods like Mung, Sish, and Kib not as personalities with motives, but as embodiments of natural or metaphysical forces. Mung is the god of death, Sish of time, Kib of knowledge. Their actions are described in stark, repetitive patterns: Mung treads in gardens at night, Sish hurls Time and slays Hours. The chapter "The Deeds of Mung" shows the prophet Kabok's three-night ordeal: each night Mung treads closer, and each morning Kabok rationalizes the threat. This structure—three nights, growing dread, inevitable end—recurs throughout the excerpts, suggesting a ritualistic narrative logic. Readers should expect gods to act according to their nature rather than through dialogue or internal conflict.

Prophets and Their Fates

The excerpts trace a pattern of prophets who challenge or fear the gods. Kabok, who knows All Things, initially dismisses Mung's treading, then flees and is consumed. Yun-Ilara, who has no fear of Mung, builds a tower and curses the god daily, yet Mung never answers—instead, Sish ages him until he finally praises Mung as "loveliest of the gods." This reversal suggests that defiance is futile, but the text does not moralize; it simply records the outcome. The prophets' stories are not parables with clear lessons but episodes in a larger, indifferent cosmology. The reader is left to observe the symmetry: Kabok's fear leads to his end; Yun-Ilara's fearlessness leads to a different kind of submission.

Repetition and Variation in Structure

Dunsany's prose relies on repeated phrases and parallel constructions. In "Of Skarl the Drummer," the phrase "and there fell a hush upon the gods" echoes the silence that follows MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI's sleep. In "The Deeds of Mung," the refrain "Mung trod again in the garden of Kabok" builds tension through exact repetition. Yet variation occurs: the third night adds "towards Kabok's door" and the sign of Mung. Similarly, Yun-Ilara's curses shift from defiance to praise. This technique gives the text a liturgical quality, as if the reader is witnessing a ritual. Pay attention to what changes and what stays the same across chapters—these patterns often signal the key thematic shifts.

The Role of the Unknowable

Throughout the excerpts, the ultimate source of reality—MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI—remains inaccessible. No one prays to him; only the gods may do so. His drummer Skarl sits on mist before his feet, but "who hath heard the voice of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, or who hath seen his drummer?" The preface's unanswered question about Fate and Chance reinforces this. The gods themselves are limited: they act within a framework they did not create. This creates a layered cosmology where even the gods are not omniscient. Readers should not expect a revealed truth or a clear hierarchy; instead, the text invites contemplation of what lies beyond the known gods—the "Thing That Is Neither God Nor Beast" mentioned in one chapter title. The gaps are as significant as the stories.

Because The Gods of Pegana is a collection of short, self-contained chapters rather than a continuous narrative, readers may approach it as a series of mythological vignettes. Each chapter can be read independently, but recurring names and patterns reward sequential reading. Pay attention to the chapter titles: they often announce the subject ("Of Skarl the Drummer") or the structure ("The Sayings of Kib"). The prose is dense and poetic; reading aloud may reveal its rhythmic qualities. No single chapter explains the whole cosmology, so let the fragments accumulate.

Reading about Skarl endlessly drumming the worlds into being brought back the hush of my grandfather’s study, where the dust motes danced. I remember lingering over the slow, green journey in The Wood Beyond the World — Reading Companion, feeling that same strange patience. There, too, a single walk seemed to hold all of time, almost like a dream that waited for me to wake.