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Joiwind delicately and skilfully placed the mouths of the two wounds together, and then kept her arm pressed tightly against Maskull's for a long time. He felt a stream of pleasure entering his body through the incision. His old lightness and vigour began to return to him. After about five minutes a duel of kindness started between them; he wanted to remove his arm, and she to continue.
That's by no means a sign of superiority." "No, I suppose not," said Maskull, "but I see I have a great deal to unlearn." They talked together a little longer, and then gradually fell asleep. Joiwind opened her eyes, smiled, and slumbered again. Maskull awoke before the others. He got up, stretched himself, and walked out into the sunlight. Branchspell was already declining.
"I can't answer for any of my actions in this world. I scarcely know where I am.... Why, yes of course I would, Joiwind." While they were talking it had become full day. The mists had rolled away from the ground, and only the upper atmosphere remained fog-charged.
The only distinction is that their productions are more human and intelligible." "Nothing comes from it but vanity," said Panawe, and, taking the crystal out of Maskull's hand, he threw it into the lake. The precipice they now had to climb was several hundred feet in height. Maskull was more anxious for Joiwind than for himself.
Small trees, of weird shapes, all differing from each other, but all purple-coloured, covered the slopes and top. Maskull and Joiwind climbed up and through. Some hard fruit, bright blue in colour, of the size of a large apple, and shaped like an egg, was lying in profusion underneath the trees. "Is the fruit here poisonous, or why don't you eat it?" asked Maskull. She looked at him tranquilly.
Whatever object his eye chanced to rest on changed immediately into a puzzle. The silence and stillness of the mountain peak seemed brooding, mysterious, and waiting. Panawe gave him a friendly, anxious look, and without further delay led the way down a little track, which traversed the side of the mountain and terminated in the mouth of a cave. This cave was the home of Panawe and Joiwind.
"Is that a sign from Shaping?" asked Maskull, in a low, awed tone. "Perhaps it is. It is a time mirage." "What can that be, Joiwind?" "You see, dear Maskull, the temple does not yet exist but it will do so, because it must. What you and I are now doing in simplicity, wise men will do hereafter in full knowledge." "It is right for man to pray," said Maskull.
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.
Maskull listened with tears in his heart. As Joiwind finished speaking, a blurred mist came over his eyes, and, half buried in the scarlet sand, appeared a large circle of dazzlingly white pillars. For some minutes they flickered to and fro between distinctness and indistinctness, like an object being focused. Then they faded out of sight again.
Until you have an infusion of mine, you will never get up." Maskull flushed. "I feel like a complete ignoramus here.... Won't it hurt you?" "If your blood pains you, I suppose it will pain me. But we will share the pain." "This is a new kind of hospitality to me," he muttered. "Wouldn't you do the same for me?" asked Joiwind, half smiling, half agitated.
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