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Then a sound, very faint and mysterious, seemed to come up through the gnawl water from an immense depth. It was like the rhythm of a drum. There were four beats of equal length, but the accent was on the third. It went on for a considerable time, and then ceased. The sound appeared to him to belong to a different world from that in which he was travelling.
For the same reason that women excel in dancing, Joiwind's half falls and recoveries were far more graceful and sure than those of either of the men. Her slight, draped form dipping, bending, rising, swaying, twisting, upon the surface of the dark water this was a picture Maskull could not keep his eyes away from. The lake grew deeper. The gnawl water became green-black.
The man or woman who wishes to invoke Shaping must take up some of the gnawl water, and drink it." "Pray for me," said Maskull. "Your unspotted prayer will carry more weight." "What do you wish for?" "For purity," answered Maskull, in a troubled voice. Joiwind made a cup of her hand, and drank a little of the water. She held it up to Maskull's mouth. "You must drink too." He obeyed.
"But don't ask me any more questions," said Tydomin, who was becoming faint. Maskull stopped at a little spring. He himself drank, and then made a cup of his hand for the woman, so that she might not have to lay down her burden. The gnawl water acted like magic it seemed to replenish all the cells of his body as though they had been thirsty sponge pores, sucking up liquid.
We shall arrive before dark." The sun then disappeared behind the far-distant ridges that formed the western boundary of the Ifdawn Marest. The sky blazed up into more vivid colors. The wind grew colder. They passed some pools of colourless gnawl water, round the banks of which were planted fruit trees. Maskull ate some of the fruit.
His ears awakened; the atmosphere was full of murmurs, the sands hummed, even the sun's rays had a sound of their own a kind of faint Aeolian harp. Subtle, puzzling perfumes assailed his nostrils. His palate lingered over the memory of the gnawl water. All the pores of his skin were tickled and soothed by hitherto unperceived currents of air.
She refused to quench her thirst until she had seen him drink. He found the water heavy, but bubbling with gas. He drank copiously. It affected his palate in a new way with the purity and cleanness of water was combined the exhilaration of a sparkling wine, raising his spirits but somehow the intoxication brought out his better nature, and not his lower. "We call it 'gnawl water'," said Joiwind.
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