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Branchspell was blazing in a cloudless sky, the heat was insufferable streams of sweat coursed down his face, and the corpse seemed to grow heavier and heavier. Tydomin always walked in front of him. His eyes were fastened in an unseeing stare on her white, womanish calves; he looked neither to right nor left. His features grew sullen.
The more he reflected upon all that had occurred since his arrival in this new world and even before leaving Earth the clearer and more indisputable it became, that he could not be here for his own purposes, but must be here for an end. But what that end was, he could not imagine. Through the forest he saw Branchspell at last sinking in the west.
"We'll take a closer peep at them presently. Beyond the mountains is Barey, is it not?" "Yes." "And then the Ocean. But what is the name of that Ocean?" "That is told only to those who die beside it." "Is the secret so precious, Corpang?" Branchspell was nearing the horizon in the west; there were more than two hours of daylight remaining. The air all around them became murky.
"For about four hours in the middle of the day Branchspell's rays are so hot that no one can endure them. We call it Blodsombre." "Is Branchspell another name for Arcturus?" Joiwind threw off her seriousness and laughed. "Naturally we don't take our names from you, Maskull. I don't think our names are very poetic, but they follow nature."
When he arrived at the top, Branchspell beat down on him with such brutal, white intensity that he saw that there was no staying there. He looked around, to ascertain what part of the country he had come to. He had travelled about ten miles from the sea, as the crow flies.
No sound was heard but the splashing of the strange waves all around them, and the streamlike gurgle of the current, which threaded its way smoothly through the tossing, tumultuous sea. From their pathway of safety, the beautiful dangers surrounding them were an exhilarating experience. The air was fresh and clean, and the heat from Branchspell, now low in the west, was at last endurable.
The sun was high in the sky, and they appeared to be approaching the head of the ravine. Its walls had still further closed in and, except at those moments when Branchspell was directly behind them, they strode along all the time in deep shade; but still it was disagreeably hot and relaxing. All life had ceased.
The uniform glaring scarlet of the sands became separated into a score of clearly distinguished shades of red. The sky was similarly split up into different blues. The radiant heat of Branchspell he found to affect every part of his body with unequal intensities.
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.
That's by no means a sign of superiority." "No, I suppose not," said Maskull, "but I see I have a great deal to unlearn." They talked together a little longer, and then gradually fell asleep. Joiwind opened her eyes, smiled, and slumbered again. Maskull awoke before the others. He got up, stretched himself, and walked out into the sunlight. Branchspell was already declining.
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