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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Then what is your journey for?" "It's one thing to walk to a destination, and to linger over the walk, and quite another to run there at top speed." "Perhaps I'm not so easily deceived as you think," said Corpang with another smile. The light persisted in the cave. The path narrowed and became a steep ascent. Then the angle became one of forty-five degrees, and they had to climb.
"There are two sets of three primary colours here," said Corpang, "but as one of the colours blue is identical in both sets, altogether there are five primary colours." "Why two sets?" "Produced by the two suns. Branchspell produces blue, yellow, and red; Alppain, ulfire, blue, and jale." "It's remarkable that explanation has never occurred to me before."
If it's mere intellectual curiosity, tell me, for we mustn't play with awful matters." "No, it isn't that," said Maskull slowly. "I'm not a student. My journey is no holiday tour." "Isn't there blood on your soul?" asked Corpang, eying him intently. The blood rose steadily to Maskull's face, but in that light it caused it to appear black. "Unfortunately there is, and not a little."
"Yes, if you can fit in with my mood, which is not to talk about myself." "But you must at least tell me where you want to go to." "I want to see what is to be seen here, and then go on to Lichstorm." "I can guide you through, if that's all you want. Come, let us start." "First let's do our duty and bury the dead, if possible." "Turn around," directed Corpang. Maskull looked around quickly.
"Take care that you are not thrown as well," said Corpang gravely. "Maskull shall do with me whatever he pleases, old skull! And for whatever he does, I will thank him.... In place of a heart you have a bag of loose dust. Someone has described love to you. You have had it described to you. You have heard that it is a small, fearful, selfish joy.
"The toad's come into the light to some purpose, Haunte. Who would have expected it?" Haunte, after staring hard at Corpang for two or three minutes, suddenly uttered a strange cry, like an evil spirit, and flung himself upon him. The two men began to wrestle like wildcats. They were as often on the floor as on their legs, and Maskull could not see who was getting the better of it.
Maskull now made out a man sitting in the stern, and what looked like a large dead animal lying amidships. As the aerial craft drew nearer, he observed a thick, blue haze underneath it, and a similar haze behind, but the front, facing them, was clear. "Here must be what we are waiting for, Corpang. But what on earth carries it?"
The rock ledges, the cliffs, himself and Corpang on their knees, the two unlighted statues all appeared as if in sunlight, and the shadows were black and strongly defined. The light carried heat with it, but a singular heat. Maskull was unaware of any rise in temperature, but he felt his heart melting to womanish softness.
"Wait, Sullenbode!" The others came to a standstill. Corpang looked puzzled, but the woman smiled. Maskull, without a word, bent over and kissed her lips. Then he relinquished her body, and turned around to Corpang. "How do you, in your great wisdom, interpret that kiss?" "It requires no great wisdom to interpret kisses, Maskull." "Hereafter, never dare to come between us.
Crystalman has had eternity to practice his cunning in, so it's no wonder if a man can't see straight, even with the best intentions. What have you decided to do?" "The drumming seems to be moving away. Will you follow it, Maskull?" "Yes." "But where will it take us?" "Perhaps out of Threal altogether." "It sounds to me more real than reality," said Corpang. "Tell me, who is Surtur?"
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