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He paused a moment after making this remark, and then suddenly uttered a great, bass laugh, so that his chest shook. "Let us share the joke," said Maskull. "Oh, you'll understand it later." "If you play pranks with me, I won't stand on ceremony with you." Haunte laughed again. "I won't be the one to play pranks. Sullenbode will be deeply obliged to me.
Ahead, where these rays did not shine, Haunte was guided by the self-luminous nature of the rocks, grass, and trees. These were faintly phosphorescent; the vegetation shone out more strongly than the soil. The moon was not shining and there were no stars; Maskull therefore inferred that the upper atmosphere was dense with mist.
Haunte pointed to the hanging flesh and to the liquor skins, but did not pause in his chewing. "Where's a cup?" inquired Maskull, lifting one of the skins. Haunte indicated a clay goblet lying on the floor. Maskull picked it up, undid the neck of the skin, and, resting it under his arm, filled the cup. Tasting the liquor, he discovered it to be raw spirit.
"What do you call the colour of your skin, Haunte, as I saw it in daylight? It struck me as strange." "Dolm," said Haunte. "A compound of ulfire and blue," explained Corpang. "Now I know. These colours are puzzling for a stranger." "What colours have you in your world?" asked Corpang. "Only three primary ones, but here you seem to have five, though how it comes about I can't imagine."
"Let me alone," said Maskull. "Give luck a slack rein. What brought this boat here?" "What is this talk about Muspel?" demanded Haunte. Corpang caught his shoulder roughly, and stared straight into his eyes. "What do you know?" "Not much, but something, perhaps. Ask me at supper. Now it is high time to start. Navigating the mountains by night isn't child's play, let me tell you."
But why should she desire you?" "Nothing turns out as one expects," said Maskull, shaking his head. "We had better get on again." They resumed the journey. The ledge still rose, but, on turning a corner of the cliff, Haunte quitted it and began to climb a steep gully, which mounted directly to the upper heights. Here they were compelled to use both hands and feet.
"The drink works. My old sensations are returning, but worse." Haunte turned back. "Then you are a doomed man." Maskull, though fully conscious of his companions and situation, imagined that he was being oppressed by a black, shapeless, supernatural being, who was trying to clasp him. He was filled with horror, trembled violently, yet could not move a limb.
"Better explore," said Haunte. Maskull took him at his word, and strolled across the cave, flinging the curtain aside and disappearing into the night. Haunte rose abruptly and hurried after him. Corpang too got to his feet. He went over to the untouched spirit skins, untied the necks, and allowed the contents to gush out on to the floor.
He pitched the pebbles over the edge of the chasm. Although hard and heavy in his hand, they sank more like feathers than stones, and left a long trail of vapour behind. While Maskull was still watching them disappear, Haunte came rushing out of the cavern, followed by Corpang. He gripped Maskull's arm excitedly. "What in Krag's name have you done?"
"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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