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I hurried away, and did not pause again that day. "In Poolingdred I met Joiwind. We walked and talked together for a month, and by that time we found that we loved each other too well to part." Panawe stopped speaking. "That is a fascinating story," remarked Maskull. "Now I begin to know my way around better. But one thing puzzles me." "What's that?"
At first he could not distinguish Leehallfae. Then he caught sight of legs and hindquarters a few feet up the cliff from the bottom. He perceived that the phaen had aer head in a cavity and was scrutinising something, and waited for aer to reappear. Ae emerged, looked up to Maskull, and called out in aer hornlike voice, "The entrance is here!" "I'm coming down!" roared Maskull. "Wait for me!"
"This seems to me a terrible valley, in which anything may happen." "Don't torment yourself about Digrung. The valleys belong by right to the phaens the men here are interlopers. It is a good work to remove them." Maskull continued thoughtful. "I say no more, but I see I will have to be cautious. What did you mean about my helping you with my luck?"
You are merely a ferryman, Haunte." "Is that so?" returned Haunte, with a most unpleasant laugh. "I thought I was carrying men, not gods." "Where are we?" asked Maskull. As he spoke, he got out, but Haunte remained standing a minute in the boat. "This is Sarclash the second highest mountain in the land." "Which is the highest, then?" "Adage.
Her head was half bent, so as to face the northern sky, where the Alppain light was still glowing. Maskull followed her gaze, and also watched the glow for a moment or two in silence. "Why don't you speak?" he asked at last. "What does that light suggest to you, Maskull?" "I'm not speaking of that light." "Doesn't it suggest anything at all?" "Perhaps it doesn't. What does it matter?"
"And what of your wonderful interview with Surtur, and all the undone things which you set out to do?" "You aren't the one I shall speak to about that. But" he eyed her meditatively "while I'm still here you can tell me this. What's the meaning of the expression on that corpse's face?" "Is that another crime, Maskull? All dead people look like that. Ought they not to?"
"Wait, Sullenbode!" The others came to a standstill. Corpang looked puzzled, but the woman smiled. Maskull, without a word, bent over and kissed her lips. Then he relinquished her body, and turned around to Corpang. "How do you, in your great wisdom, interpret that kiss?" "It requires no great wisdom to interpret kisses, Maskull." "Hereafter, never dare to come between us.
"I smell murder in the air," exclaimed Krag, pretending to sniff. "But whose?" "Do as I say, Maskull. To bandy words with him is to throw oil on fire." "I'll say no more to anyone.... When do we get out of this accursed forest?" "It's some way yet, but when we're once out we can take to the water, and you will be able to rest, and think." "And brood comfortably over your sufferings," added Krag.
It will take longer to transform his head into a crown, but still I hope in fact I can almost promise that within a month you and I, Oceaxe, will be plucking and enjoying fruit from this new and remarkable tree." "I love these natural experiments," he concluded, putting out his hand for another plum. "They thrill me." "This must be a joke," said Maskull, taking a step forward.
Now, if you really value her happiness, Maskull, you will have to take some firm step or other." "I mean to. Digrung, I shall stop your journey." "If you intend a second murder, no doubt you are big enough." Maskull turned around to Tydomin and laughed. "I seem to be leaving a wake of corpses behind me on this journey." "Why a corpse? There's no need to kill him."
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