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"What do you make of that?" he asked in a tone of astonishment. Corpang shook his head and said nothing. Within two minutes the flying object, whatever it was, had diminished the distance between them by one half. It resembled a boat more and more, but its flight was erratic, rather than smooth; its nose was continually jerking upward and downward, and from side to side.
"I will show you presently." They walked on for above a mile in silence, while Maskull digested what had been said. When they came to the first trees, which grew along the banks of a small stream of transparent water, Corpang halted. "That bandage around your forehead has long been unnecessary," he remarked. Maskull removed it.
Corpang, who had been staring steadily along the ridge, here abruptly broke in. "The road is plain now, Maskull. If you wish it, I'll go on alone." "No, we'll go on together. Sullenbode will accompany us." "A little way," said the woman, "but not to Adage, to pit my strength against unseen powers. That light is not for me. I know how to renounce love, but I will never be a traitor to it."
The face of each figure was clothed in the sordid and horrible Crystalman mask. Corpang cried out and put his hand over his eyes. "What can this mean?" he asked a minute later. "It must mean that life is wrong, and the creator of life too, whether he is one person or three." Corpang looked again, like a man trying to accustom himself to a shocking sight. "Dare we believe this?"
It had no taste, but after eating it, he experienced a change of perception. The landscape, without alteration of light or outline, became several degrees more stern and sacred. When he looked at Corpang he was impressed by his aspect of Gothic awfulness, but the perplexed expression was still in his eyes. "Do you spend all your time here, Corpang?" "Occasionally I go above, but not often."
"Can you find time to think of sunlight?" asked Corpang with a rough smile. "I love the sun, and perhaps I'm rather lacking in the spirit of a zealot." "Yet, for all that, you may get there before me." "Don't be bitter," said Maskull. "I'll tell you another thing. Muspel can't be willed, for the simple reason that Muspel does not concern the will. To will is a property of this world."
"I shall not forget," said Corpang. Maskull gazed down at the boat. "Are we to get in?" "Gently, my friend. It's only canework and skin." "First of all, you might enlighten me as to how you have contrived to dispense with the laws of gravitation." Haunte smiled sarcastically. "A secret in your ear, Maskull. All laws are female. A true male is an outlaw outside the law." "I don't understand."
"It was like deliberately kissing lightning." "Haunte was insane with passion." "So am I," said Maskull quietly. "My body seems full of rocks, all grinding against one another." "This is what I was afraid of." "It appears I shall have to kiss her too." Corpang pulled his arm. "Have you lost all manliness?" But Maskull impatiently shook himself free.
"What Corpang doesn't tell you, Sullenbode, is that I am far better acquainted with Muspel-light than he, and that, but for a chance meeting with me, he would still be saying his prayers in Threal." "Still, what he says must be true," she replied, looking from one to the other. "And so I am not to be allowed to " "So long as I am with you, I shall urge you onward, and not backward, Maskull."
"If this is true, you are a great pioneer," muttered Haunte. "How does this sensation differ from common love?" interrogated Corpang. "This was all that love is, multiplied by wildness." Corpang fingered his chin awhile. "The Lichstorm men, however, will never reach this stage, for they are too masculine." Haunte turned pale. "Why should we alone suffer?"
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