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"The female atmosphere of Lichstorm. Sexual passion." "I had no passion." "That was passion the first stage. Nature tickles your people into marriage, but it tortures us. Wait till you get outside. You'll have a return of those sensations only ten times worse. The drink you've had will see to that.... How do you suppose it will all end?" "If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you questions."
"Where men are called to women by pain, and not pleasure." "I intend to understand, before I've finished." "Yes," answered Haunte, with a taunting look, "it would be a pity to let the chance slip, since you're going to Lichstorm." It was now Corpang's turn to take Maskull by the arm. "This journey will end badly." "Why so?" "Your goal was Muspel a short while ago; now it is women."
It was a thin mist, neither damp nor cold. The Lichstorm Range now appeared only as a blur on the sky. The air was electric and tingling, and was exciting in its effect. Maskull felt a sort of emotional inflammation, as though a very slight external cause would serve to overturn his self-control. Corpang stood silent with a mouth like iron.
It is a mountain in Lichstorm." "Are you returning there now?" "Yes." "And how long will it take to get there in that boat?" "Two three hours." "Will it accommodate us too?" "What, are you for Lichstorm as well? What can you want there?" "To see the sights," responded Maskull with twinkling eyes. "But first of all, to dine. I can't remember having eaten all day.
"If this is true, you are a great pioneer," muttered Haunte. "How does this sensation differ from common love?" interrogated Corpang. "This was all that love is, multiplied by wildness." Corpang fingered his chin awhile. "The Lichstorm men, however, will never reach this stage, for they are too masculine." Haunte turned pale. "Why should we alone suffer?"
"Yes, the lich wind is travelling this way." "The lich wind?" "It's the atmosphere of Lichstorm. It always clings to the mountains, but when the wind blows from the north it comes as far as Threal." "It's a sort of fog, then?" "A peculiar sort, for they say it excites the sexual passions." "So we are to have lovemaking," said Maskull, laughing.
If I don't visit her myself as often as she would like, I'm always glad to serve her in other ways.... Well, you shall have your boat ride." Maskull rubbed his nose doubtfully. "If the sexes hate one another in your land, is it because passion is weaker, or stronger?" "In other parts of the world there is soft passion, but in Lichstorm there is hard passion." "But what do you call hard passion?"
But I have an infallible rule, Corpang. As I come from the south, I always go due north." "That will take us to Lichstorm." Maskull gazed at the fantastically piled rocks all around them. "I saw these rocks from Matterplay. The mountains look as far off now as they did them, and there's not much of the day left. How far is Lichstorm from here?" Corpang looked away to the distant range.
About ninety minutes after the commencement of the voyage they arrived at the foothills of Lichstorm. They began to mount. There was no daylight left to see by. Beneath them, however, on both sides of them and in the rear, the landscape was lighted up for a considerable distance by the now vivid blue rays of the twin male stones.
"Threal comes next, as you go north. They say it's a land of mystics... I don't know." "Mystics?" "So I'm told.... Still farther north there's Lichstorm." "Now we're going far afield." "There are mountains there and altogether it must be a very dangerous place, especially for a full-blooded man like you. Take care of yourself." "This is rather premature, Polecrab. How do you know I'm going there?"
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