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He kept biting his nails, as he turned his eyes in that direction wondering if it would not be possible to conquer the heights that evening. But when he glanced back again at Poolingdred, he remembered Joiwind and Panawe, and grew more tranquil. He decided to make his bed at this spot, and to set off as soon after daybreak as he should awake.
"I can't settle down in Poolingdred before I have found out something about this surprising new planet of yours. Remember what a long way I have come.... But very likely I shall come back here." "Will you make me a promise?" Maskull hesitated. "Ask nothing difficult, for I hardly know my powers yet." "It is not hard, and I wish it.
"It's odd," said Maskull. "I came here with quite different ideas about Crystalman." Joiwind shook her hair. "In that grove of trees over there stands a desert shrine of his. Let us go and pray there, and then we'll go on our way to Poolingdred. That is my home. It's a long way off, and we must get there before Blodsombre." "Now, what is Blodsombre?"
When it was drawing near to Blodsombre, they approached the sedgy margin of a dark green lake, which lay underneath Poolingdred. Panawe was sitting on a dark rock, waiting for them. The husband got up to meet his wife and their guest. He was clothed in white. He had a beardless face, with breve and poigns.
He did not answer, but stared past her. Another figure was standing, erect and mournful, not far behind her. It was Joiwind. Her face was wan, and there was an accusing look in her eyes. Maskull knew that it was a phantasm, and that the real Joiwind was miles away, at Poolingdred. "Turn around, Tydomin," he said oddly, "and tell me what you see behind you."
"What food is it?" "Fish from the river." Maskull recollected his promise to Joiwind. At the same time, he felt hungry. "Is there nothing milder?" She pulled her mouth scornfully. "You came through Poolingdred, didn't you? All the people there are the same. They think life is to be looked at, and not lived. Now that you are visiting Ifdawn, you will have to change your notions."
Climbing back over the hills, they now without further ceremony began their march across the desert. They walked side by side. Joiwind directed their course straight toward Poolingdred. From the position of the sun, Maskull judged their way to lie due north. The sand was soft and powdery, very tiring to his naked feet. The red glare dazed his eyes, and made him semi-blind.
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?"
"This is not quite pure, as you can see by the colour. At Poolingdred it is crystal clear. But we would be ungrateful if we complained. After this you'll find we'll get along much better." Maskull now began to realise his environment, as it were for the first time. All his sense organs started to show him beauties and wonders that he had not hitherto suspected.
Maskull stood there, and regarded the lapping, gurgling waters pensively. On the opposite bank, the forest continued. Miles to the south, Poolingdred could just be distinguished. On the northern skyline the Ifdawn Mountains loomed up high, wild, beautiful, and dangerous. They were not a dozen miles away.
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