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When we see red, we are thrown back on our personal feelings.... As regards the Alppain colours, blue stands in the middle and is therefore not existence, but relation. Ulfire is existence; so it must be a different sort of existence." Haunte yawned. "There are marvellous philosophers in your underground hole." Maskull got up and looked about him. "Where does that other door lead to?"
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.
Maskull came last; his face she studied for quite a long time, but nothing indicated what she thought. Meanwhile Haunte again approached her, staggering and grinning. She suffered him quietly; but the instant lips met lips the second time, he fell backward with a startled cry, as though he had come in contact with an electric wire.
"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.
Well then, cheer up, and join the pleasure party!" "You say it as a joke, but it is the miserable truth." Haunte's jeering malevolence had completely vanished. He looked a sick man yet somehow his face had become nobler. "I would be very sorry for you, Haunte, if it did not entail my being also very sorry for myself.
"Nature is freakish and cruel, and doesn't act according to justice.... Follow us, Haunte, and escape from it all." "I'll see," muttered Haunte. "Perhaps I will." "Have we far to go, to Sullenbode?" inquired Maskull. "No, her home's under the hanging cap of Sarclash." "What is to happen tonight?" Maskull spoke to himself, but Haunte answered him.
You are merely a ferryman, Haunte." "Is that so?" returned Haunte, with a most unpleasant laugh. "I thought I was carrying men, not gods." "Where are we?" asked Maskull. As he spoke, he got out, but Haunte remained standing a minute in the boat. "This is Sarclash the second highest mountain in the land." "Which is the highest, then?" "Adage.
His bold eyes watched all the movements of the other two. Haunte had not drunk as yet. At last Maskull concluded his meal. He emptied another cup, sighed pleasantly, and prepared to talk. "Now explain further about your women, Haunte." Haunte fetched another skin of liquor and a second cup. He tore off the string with his teeth, and poured out and drank cup after cup in quick succession.
"Ha! The underground man has come to life." "Yes, tell us," put in Maskull carelessly. Haunte drank, and laughed a little. "Well, the tale's short, and hardly worth telling, but since you're interested.... A stranger came here five years ago, inquiring after Muspel-light. His name was Lodd. He came from the east. He came up to me one bright morning in summer, outside this very cave.
Charles the Fifte, then Emperour, would have had the Spanishe Inquisition broughte into Andwerpe and into the Netherlandes; whereaboute there was moche adoe, and that neither the sute of the towne of Andwerpe, nor the requeste of their frendes, could perswade the Emperour from it, till at the laste they tolde him playnely, that if the Inquisition came into Andwerpe and the Netherlandes that the Englishe marchantes woulde departe oute of the towne and out of his contries; and upon declaration of this suggestion, searche was made what profile there came and comoditie grewe by the haunte of the Englishe marchantes.
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