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Maskull looked around, but saw no third person. "Whose statue was the last?" he demanded. "Did you hear me speaking?" "I heard your voice, but no one else's." "I've just had my death foretold, so I suppose I have not long to live. Leehallfae prophesied the same thing." Corpang shook his head. "What value do you set on life?" he asked. "Very little. But it's a fearful thing all the same."
Next he took the hunting spears, and snapped off the points between his hands. Before he had time to resume his seat, Haunte and Maskull reappeared. The host's quick, shifty eyes at once took in what had happened. He smiled, and turned pale. "You haven't been idle, friend." Corpang fixed Haunte with his bold, heavy gaze. "I thought it well to draw your teeth." Maskull burst out laughing.
We are now all three together on the same errand which doesn't appear to have struck you yet." "But why this errand at all?" asked Corpang quietly. "Can't you men exercise self-control till you have arrived out of danger?" Haunte fixed him with wild eyes. "No. The phantoms come trooping in on me already." He sat down moodily, but the next minute was up again.
As soon as they were directly opposite, Corpang halted. "Is this a representation of your three Beings?" asked Maskull, awed by the spectacle in spite of his constitutional audacity. "Ask no questions, but kneel," replied Corpang. He dropped onto his own knees, but Maskull remained standing. Corpang covered his eyes with one hand, and prayed silently. After a few minutes the light sensibly faded.
At the same time the flat ground ended, and they started to traverse a steep, pathless mountain slope. The snow and rocks glimmered, their own bodies shone; otherwise everything was dark. The mists swirled around them, but Maskull had no more nightmares. The breeze was cold, pure, and steady. They walked in file, Sullenbode leading; her movements were slow and fascinating. Corpang came last.
His face was thrown into strong relief by the vivid, sparkling blue-white rays. It looked rather surly. "Do we get out?" inquired Maskull. "Yes. I live here." "Thanks for the successful end of a dangerous journey." "Yes, it has been touch-and-go." Corpang jumped onto the platform. He was smiling coarsely. "There has been no danger, for our destinies lie elsewhere.
He tossed off the draught, and then felt much better. The second cupful he proffered to Corpang. The latter took a single sip, swallowed it, and then passed the cup back without a word. He refused to drink again, as long as they were in the cave. Maskull finished the cup, and began to throw off care.
Corpang followed closely at his heels, He was obliged to shield his eyes with his hands for a few minutes, so unaccustomed was he to Branchspell's blinding rays. "The drum beats have stopped!" he exclaimed suddenly. "You can't expect music all the time," answered Maskull dryly. "We mustn't be luxurious." "But now we have no guide. We're no better off than before." "Well, Tormance is a big place.
"What three worlds what do you mean?" "There are three worlds," said Corpang composedly. "The first is Faceny's, the second is Amfuse's, the third is Thire's. From him Threal gets it name." "But this is mere nomenclature. In what sense are there three worlds?" Corpang passed his hand over his forehead. "All this we can discuss as we go along. It's a torment to me to be standing still."
And I think that it overtures our reason in different ways." They remained sitting side by side, staring straight before them with unseeing eyes. "It doesn't matter," said Sullenbode at last, with a smile, getting up. "Soon it will be ended, one way or another. Come, let us be off!" Maskull too got up. "Where's Corpang?" he asked listlessly.
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