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Updated: May 21, 2025
"We have a long way to go," said Tydomin. "Relate some of these legends, Spadevil." The snow had ceased, the day brightened, Branchspell reappeared like a phantom sun, but bitter blasts of wind still swept over the plain. "In those days," said Spadevil, "there existed in Ifdawn a mountain island separated by wide spaces from the land around it.
Maskull stood there, and regarded the lapping, gurgling waters pensively. On the opposite bank, the forest continued. Miles to the south, Poolingdred could just be distinguished. On the northern skyline the Ifdawn Mountains loomed up high, wild, beautiful, and dangerous. They were not a dozen miles away.
He climbed to the top of the crater edge and looked away toward Ifdawn. The afterglow of Alppain had by now completely disappeared. The mountains stood up wild and grand. They impressed him like a simple musical theme, the notes of which are widely separated in the scale; a spirit of rashness, daring, and adventure seemed to call to him from them.
Panawe was sterner than usual, while his wife clung to his arm. "It is Alppain our second sun," he replied. "Those hills are the Ifdawn Marest.... Now let us get to our shelter." "Is it imagination, or am I really being affected tormented by that light?" "No, it's not imagination it's real. How can it be otherwise when two suns, of different natures, are drawing you at the same time?
"The stem, Maskull, is hatred of pleasure. The first fork is disentanglement from the sweetness of the world. The second fork is power over those who still writhe in the nets of illusion. The third fork is the healthy glow of one who steps into ice-cold water." "From what land did Hator come?" "It is not said. He lived in Ifdawn for a while. There are many legends told of him while there."
"So much so that it has changed the dress, speech, and thoughts of the whole sex." "Probably they are more beautiful than I?" "No, I think not," said Maskull. There was another rather long silence, as they travelled unsteadily onward. "What is your business in Ifdawn?" demanded Oceaxe suddenly. He hesitated over his answer.
"Instead of making plans for other people, I would do a very necessary thing." "Pray, tell me." "Well, there's no reason why I should, but I will. I would try to convert my women's organs into men's organs. It is a man's country." "Speak more plainly." "Oh, it's plain enough. If you attempt to pass through Ifdawn without a sorb, you are simply committing suicide.
"Can you grasp that it's possible to have an aim right in front of one, so big that one can't see it as a whole?" She stole a long, inquisitive look at him, "What sort of aim?" "A moral aim." "Are you proposing to set the world right?" "I propose nothing I am waiting." "Don't wait too long, for time doesn't wait especially in Ifdawn." "Something will happen," said Maskull.
The upper part of it was covered with a kind of glittering vegetation which he could not comprehend. Joiwind put her hand on Maskull's shoulder, and pointed upward. "Here you have the highest peak in the whole land that is, until you come to the Ifdawn Marest." On hearing that strange name, he experienced a momentary unaccountable sensation of wild vigour and restlessness but it passed away.
"This doesn't improve matters," said Maskull. "It leaves them exactly where they were. We merely have to remove him." "We are certainly misunderstanding each other," said Maskull, quite startled. "Do you by any chance imagine that I am making a compact with you?" "You will do nothing against your will. But you have promised to come home with me." "Tell me, how do you remove husbands in Ifdawn?"
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