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Knowing that pleasure was everywhere, a fierce, mocking enemy, crouching and waiting at every corner of the road of life, in order to kill with its sweet sting the naked grandeur of the soul, he shielded himself behind pain. This also his followers do, but they do not do it for the sake of the soul, but for the sake of vanity and pride." "What is the Trifork?"
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.
Spadevil's dark, solid person stood out from the rest like a reality among dreams. "Has the trifork passed to you?" he demanded. "Yes. Why have you brought this woman to Sant?" "I have brought another thing to Sant. I have brought the new faith." Catice stood motionless, and looked troubled. "State it." "Shall I speak with many words, or few words?"
He laid down the principles they all live by, and that trifork is his symbol. When I was a little child my father told me the legends, but I've forgotten most of them." Maskull regarded it attentively. "Does it affect you in any way?" "And why should it do that?" she said, dropping her lip scornfully. "I am only a woman, and these are masculine mysteries."
As he stared at the object, a strange, sudden flush of confident vanity and self-sufficiency seemed to pass through him, but it was so momentary that he could be sure of nothing. "What may that be, Tydomin?" "It is Hator's Trifork." "And what is its purpose?" "It's a guide to Sant." "But who or what is Hator?" "Hator was the founder of Sant many thousands of years ago.
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