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Updated: June 1, 2025
"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."
"Your colour changed to white," said Corpang. "What happened?" "I passed through torture to love," replied Maskull simply. He stood up. Haunte gazed at him sombrely. "Will you not describe that passage?" Maskull answered slowly and thoughtfully. "When I was in Matterplay, I saw heavy clouds discharge themselves and change to coloured, living animals.
These sparks devour all the female particles rising from the earth. No female particles are left over to attract the male parts of the boat, and so they are not in the least attracted in that direction." Maskull ruminated for a minute. "With your hunting, and boatbuilding, and science, you seem a very handy, skilful fellow, Haunte.... But the sun's sinking, and we'd better start."
The motion of the boat, which was due to the never-ending struggle between the male stones and the force of gravitation, resembled in an exaggerated fashion the violent tossing of a small craft on a choppy sea. The two passengers became unhappy. Haunte, from his seat in the stern, gazed at them sardonically with one eye. The darkness now came on rapidly.
His voice was extremely loud, and possessed a most unpleasant timbre. It sounded to Maskull like a large volume of air trying to force its way through a narrow orifice. "I am Maskull; my friend is Corpang. He comes from Threal, but where I come from, don't ask." "I am Haunte, from Sarclash." "Where may that be?" "Half an hour ago I could have shown it to you, but now it has got too murky.
During the continuance of the kiss, Maskull noticed with a shock that her face was altering. The features emerged from their indistinctness and became human, and almost powerful. The smile faded, a scowl took its place. She thrust Haunte away, rose to her feet, and stared beneath bent brows at the three men, each one in turn.
Green snow covered it to a depth of some inches. Immediately behind it was a dark slit in the rock, which promised to be the mouth of a cave. Haunte skilfully landed the boat on this platform. Standing up, he raised the staff bearing the keel light and lowered the other; then removed both male stones, which he continued to hold in his hand.
"Yet there's a horrible joy in it," added Haunte, with a sickly smile. He put his hand on the woman's shoulder. She awoke softly, glanced up at them, smiled, and then resumed eating her fruit. Maskull did not imagine that she had intelligence enough to speak. Haunte suddenly dropped on his knees, and kissed her lips. She did not repulse him.
"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.
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