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Updated: May 6, 2025
The very moment that he arose, a man's voice sounded, not a yard from his ear. It was hardly raised above a whisper, but he could distinguish that it was not Corpang's. As he listened he was unable to prevent himself from physically trembling. "Maskull, you are to die," said the unseen speaker. "Who is speaking?" "You have only a few hours of life left. Don't trifle the time away."
Maskull took Corpang's arm, and constrained him to silence. "Where have you been hunting, Haunte?" "Matterplay. I had the worst luck I speared one wold horse, and there it lies." "What is Lichstorm like?" "There are men there, and there are women there, but there are no men-women, as with you." "What do you call men-women?" "Persons of mixed sex, like yourself. In Lichstorm the sexes are pure."
"Where men are called to women by pain, and not pleasure." "I intend to understand, before I've finished." "Yes," answered Haunte, with a taunting look, "it would be a pity to let the chance slip, since you're going to Lichstorm." It was now Corpang's turn to take Maskull by the arm. "This journey will end badly." "Why so?" "Your goal was Muspel a short while ago; now it is women."
The subdued light, the absence of shadows, the massive shafts, springing grey-white out of the jetlike ground, the fantastic trees, the absence of a sky, the deathly silence, the knowledge that he was underground the combination of all these things predisposed Maskull's mind to mysticism, and he prepared himself with some anxiety to hear Corpang's explanation of the land and its wonders.
The hardest work fell to Maskull. He not only had the exhausting task of beating the way, but was continually called upon to help his companions out of their difficulties. Without him they could not have got through. After a peculiarly evil patch, they paused to recruit their strength. Corpang's breathing was difficult, Sullenbode was quiet, listless, and depressed.
"You must," replied Maskull. "You have always served the highest, and you must continue to do so. It has simply turned out that Thire is not the highest." Corpang's face became swollen with a kind of coarse anger. "Life is clearly false I have been seeking Thire for a lifetime, and now I find this." "You have nothing to reproach yourself with.
It increased in intensity and gradually occupied the whole scene. Things were no longer seen by Thire's light, but by this new light. It cast no shadows. Corpang's nostrils swelled, and he held himself more proudly. "What fire is that?" "It is Muspel-light." They both glanced instinctively at the three statues. In the strange glow they had undergone a change.
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