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Though how you can make use of my body is difficult to understand." "No, I don't ask you to die. You will go on living." "How is it possible without a body?" Tydomin gazed at him earnestly. "There are many such beings, even in your world. There you call them spirits, apparitions, phantoms.
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.
She walked straight on toward the edge of the abyss, twenty paces away. Maskull pulled his beard around, and wondered what she was doing. Tydomin remained standing with outstretched finger, watching her. Without hesitation, without slackening her step once, Oceaxe strolled on and when she had reached the extreme end of the land she still took one more step.
"At this moment the world with its sweetness seems to me a sort of charnel house. I feel a loathing for everything in it, including myself. I know no more." "Is there no duty?" asked Spadevil, in a harsh tone. "It appears to me but a cloak under which we share the pleasure of other people." Tydomin pulled at Spadevil's arm. "Maskull has betrayed you, as he has so many others. Let us go."
And you didn't misjudge my character, as far as you went only, every woman has more than one character. Don't you know that?" During the pause that followed, a snapping of twigs was heard, and both looked around, startled. They saw a woman stepping slowly across the neck that separated them from the mainland. "Tydomin," muttered Oceaxe, in a vexed, frightened voice.
"Then we'll leave it like that for the present," said Tydomin sadly. They proceeded on their way. Owing to the subsidence, Tydomin seemed rather doubtful at first as to the right road, but by making a long divergence they eventually got around to the other side of the newly formed chasm. A little later on, in a narrow copse crowning a miniature, insulated peak, they fell in with a man.
As for you, woman sin must be like a pleasant bath to you...." "There are strange ties between Maskull and myself; but you are a passer-by, a foreigner. I care nothing for you." "Nevertheless, I shall not be frightened out of my plans, which are legitimate and right." "Do as you please," said Tydomin.
"We may drop the torch, but it will not be extinguished, and others will raise it." "Show me a sign that you are not as other men so that I may know that our blood will not be wasted." Spadevil regarded her sternly. "I am not a magician. I don't persuade the senses, but the soul. Does your duty call you to Sant, Tydomin? Then go there. Does it not call you to Sant? Then go no farther.
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.
Spadevil pressed his hand on her sorb and kept it there for a few minutes, while he closed his own eyes. When he removed it, Maskull observed that the sorb was transformed into twin membranes like Spadevil's own. Tydomin looked dazed. She glanced quietly about for a little while, apparently testing her new faculty.
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