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"I heard that shortly afterward Alppain came into that land for a few hours daily. Broodviol grew melancholy, and died. "His prophecy came true before we reached home, I knew the meaning of shame.
Its shadowy parts stood out in just as strong relief, but somehow it did not give Maskull the impression of being a dead world. Branchspell shone on the whole of it, but Alppain only on a part.
In front of them, starting from where they stood, was a cool and enchanting wilderness of little lakes and forests. The water of the lakes was dark green; the forests were asleep, waiting for the rising of Alppain. "Are we now in Barey?" asked Maskull. "Yes and there is one of the natives." There was an ugly glint in his eye as he spoke the words, but Maskull did not see it.
Her head was half bent, so as to face the northern sky, where the Alppain light was still glowing. Maskull followed her gaze, and also watched the glow for a moment or two in silence. "Why don't you speak?" he asked at last. "What does that light suggest to you, Maskull?" "I'm not speaking of that light." "Doesn't it suggest anything at all?" "Perhaps it doesn't. What does it matter?"
It had lost its dark green colour, and was now of a perfect crystal transparency. "Are we already on the Ocean, Gangnet?" "Yes." "Then nothing remains except my death." "Don't think of death, but life." "It's growing brighter at the same time, more sombre, Krag seems to be fading away...." "There is Alppain!" said Gangnet, touching his arm.
A clear brook rippled through the heart of it; they followed its bank. "It has occurred to me," said Maskull, addressing Gangnet, "that Alppain may be my death. Is that so?" "These trees don't fear Alppain, so why should you? Alppain is a wonderful, life-bringing sun."
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