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"The toad's come into the light to some purpose, Haunte. Who would have expected it?" Haunte, after staring hard at Corpang for two or three minutes, suddenly uttered a strange cry, like an evil spirit, and flung himself upon him. The two men began to wrestle like wildcats. They were as often on the floor as on their legs, and Maskull could not see who was getting the better of it.
"It's quite true this has been a very long, hard double journey, but for the future it will lighten all her other journeys for her.... Such is the nature of sacrifice." "I can't conceive how I have walked so far in a morning," said Maskull, "and she has been twice the distance." "Love flows in her veins, instead of blood, and that's why she is so strong." "You know she gave me some of it?"
Maskull obeyed, and laid aer down at full length on the rocky ground. The phaen raised aerself with difficulty on one arm, and stared with fast-glazing eyes at the mystic landscape. Maskull looked too, and what he saw was a vast, undulating plain, lighted as if by the moon but there was of course no moon, and there were no shadows. He made out running streams in the distance.
"As you've come from the south, I suppose you'll go north." "Well, that's right enough," said Maskull, staring hard at him. "But how do you know I've come from the south?" "Well, then, perhaps you haven't but there's a look of Ifdawn about you." "What kind of look?" "A tragical look," said Polecrab. He never even glanced at Maskull, but was gazing at a fixed spot on the water with unblinking eyes.
A startling idea flashed into his mind. "In your country I'm told there is an act of will called 'absorbing. What is that?" She held her red, dripping hands away from her draperies, and uttered a delicious, clashing laugh. "You think I am half a man?" "Answer my question." "I'm a woman through and through, Maskull to the marrowbone. But that's not to say I have never absorbed males."
Arriving at the crown, he found that it actually was a sort of head, for there were membranes like rudimentary eyes all the way around it, denoting some form of low intelligence. At that moment the tree touched bottom, though some way from the shore, and began to bump heavily. To steady himself, Maskull put his hand out, and, in doing so, accidentally covered some of the membranes.
The house and the shop were separated by an open yard, littered with waste. A single stone wall surrounded both, except on the side facing the sea, where the house itself formed a continuation of the cliff. No one appeared. The windows were all closed, and Maskull could have sworn that the whole establishment was shut up and deserted.
Walking over to Nightspore, he put a hand on the back of his chair. "Still the same old gnawing hunger?" "What is doing these days?" demanded Nightspore disdainfully, without altering his attitude. "Surtur has gone, and we are to follow him." "How do you two come to know each other, and of whom are you speaking?" asked Maskull, looking from one to the other in perplexity.
It commands the whole land as far as the Sinking Sea and Swaylone's Island and beyond. You can also see Alppain from it." "That's a sight I mean to see before I have finished." "Do you, Maskull?" She turned around and put her hand on his wrist. "Stay with me, and one day we'll go to Disscourn together." He grunted unintelligibly.
"Try to discover," said Joiwind. "Has there been a man in your world who stole something from the Maker of the universe, in order to ennoble his fellow creatures?" "There is such a myth, The hero's name was Prometheus." "Well, you seem to be identified in my mind with that action but what it all means I can't say, Maskull."
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