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The wind blew in gusts from the Sant highlands and was piercingly cold. "Spadevil, are you a man, or more than a man?" asked Maskull. "He that is not more than a man is nothing." "Where have you now come from?" "From brooding, Maskull. Out of no other mother can truth be born. I have brooded, and rejected; and I have brooded again.
"If you wish to say what is not, many words will not suffice. If you wish to say what is, a few words will be enough." Spadevil frowned. "To hate pleasure brings pride with it. Pride is a pleasure. To kill pleasure, we must attach ourselves to duty. While the mind is planning right action, it has no time to think of pleasure." "Is that the whole?" asked Catice.
We may die in Sant so you have seen it; but the truth will go on living." "Spadevil, why do you choose Sant to start your work in?" asked Maskull. "These men with fixed ideas seem to me the least likely of any to follow a new light." "Where a bad tree thrives, a good tree will flourish. But where no tree at all can be found, nothing will grow." "I understand you," said Maskull.
Maskull lifted one of the rocks, and stepped out four full paces. Spadevil confronted him, erect, and waited tranquilly. The huge stone hurtled through the air. Its flight looked like a dark shadow. It struck Spadevil full in the face, crushing his features, and breaking his neck. He died instantaneously. Tydomin looked away from the fallen man.
So near the light all the time, and we never guessed it. Always buried in the past or future systematically ignoring the present and now it turns out that apart from the present we have no life at all." "Thank Spadevil for it," she answered, more loudly than usual. Maskull looked at the man's dark, concrete form. "Spadevil, now I mean to follow you to the end. I can do nothing less."
A trifork, similar to the one Maskull had seen on Disscourn, but smaller, had been stuck in the mud close by his hand. They stopped by the side of the pond, and waited. Immediately he became aware of their presence, the man set down his other leg, and waded out of the water toward them, picking up his trifork in doing so. "This is not Maulger, but Catice," said Spadevil.
"Do you follow Spadevil in his new faith?" "As far as death," exclaimed Maskull. Catice picked up a flint. "With this stone I strike out one of your two probes. When you have but one, you will see with me, and you will recollect with Spadevil. Choose you then the superior faith, and I shall obey your choice." "Endure this little pain, Maskull, for the sake of future men," said Spadevil.
Spadevil struck off toward the north unhesitatingly. "It is not so far," he said. "It is his custom to be in that part where Sant overhangs the Wombflash Forest. Perhaps he will be there, but I cannot say." Maskull glanced toward Tydomin. Her sunken cheeks, and the dark circles beneath her eyes told of her extreme weariness. "The woman is tired, Spadevil," he said.
"How does she presume to make the rules of life for the sons of Hator?" She bit her lip, and stepped back. "Well then, Maskull, accept! I certainly should not have played false to Spadevil; but you hardly can." "If he bids me, I must do it," said Maskull. "But who knows what will come of it?" Spadevil spoke. "Of all the descendants of Hator, Catice is the most wholehearted and sincere.
"What other world did Hator refer to?" asked Maskull. "One where grandeur reigns, Maskull, just as pleasure reigns here." "Whether grandeur or pleasure, it makes no difference," said Maskull. "The individual spirit that lives and wishes to live is mean and corrupt-natured." "Guard you your pride!" returned Spadevil.
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