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The cliff and Krag vanished. Maskull saw Gangnet struggling in the air but it was not Gangnet it was Crystalman. He seemed to be trying to escape from the Muspel-fire, which kept surrounding and licking him, whichever way he turned. He was screaming.... The fire caught him. He shrieked horribly. Maskull caught one glimpse of a vulgar, slobbering face and then that too disappeared.
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.
"Thoughts and words," he said, "which don't correspond with the real events of the world are considered most shameful in Matterplay." "I'm not asking you to lie, only to keep silent." "To hide the truth is a special branch of lying. I can't accede to your wish. I must tell Joiwind everything, as far as I know it." Maskull got up, and Tydomin followed his example.
Complete stillness was in the air, broken only by the distant thundering of an invisible waterfall. Maskull and Sullenbode sat down on a boulder, facing the open country. The moon was directly behind them, high up. It was almost as light as an Earth day. "Tonight is like life," said Sullenbode. "How so?" "So lovely above and around us, so foul underfoot." Maskull sighed.
"As long as pleasure is worshiped, Krag will always be the devil." "Here we are, talking face to face, two men together.... What am I to believe of you?" "Believe your senses. The real devil is Crystalman." They continued descending the landslip. The sun's rays had grown insufferably hot. In front of them, down below in the far distance, Maskull saw water and land intermingled.
"At one time I did, but now I'm indifferent." "Keep in that humour, and you'll do well. Once for all, there's nothing worth seeing on Tormance." After a few minutes Maskull said, "Why did we come here, then?" "To follow Surtur." "True. But where is he?" "Closer at hand than you think, perhaps."
Gleameil followed him with greater dignity, keeping her eyes fixed on the recumbent man as if fascinated. When Maskull reached the water's edge, he tried it with one foot, to discover if it would carry his weight. Something unusual in its appearance led him to have doubts. It was a tranquil, dark, and beautifully reflecting sheet of water; it resembled a mirror of liquid metal.
In the beginning he is felt and known, sometimes as a shape, sometimes as a voice, sometimes an overpowering emotion. Later on all is dry, dark, and harsh in the soul. Then you would think that Thire was a million miles off." "How do you explain that?" "When everything is darkest, he may be nearest, Maskull." "But this is troubling you?" "My days are spent in torture." "You still persist, though?
"He was a great-souled man," replied Catice. "I see that the pride of our men is only another sprouting-out of pleasure. Tomorrow I too shall leave Sant, to reflect on all this." Maskull shuddered. "Then these two deaths were not a necessity, but a crime!" "His part was played and henceforward the woman would have dragged down his ideas, with her soft love and loyalty.
The left-hand rock, which was the larger of the two, became dislodged by his weight, and, flying like a huge, dark shadow past his head, crashed down with a terrifying sound to the foot of the precipice, followed by an avalanche of smaller stones. Maskull steadied himself as well as he could, but it was some moments before he dared to look down behind him.
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