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She walked backward on the water, in order to face him. "That's typical of Ifdawn. Nature is all hammer blows with us. Nothing soft and gradual." "I hear you, but I don't understand you." "All over the Marest you'll find patches of ground plunging down or rushing up. Trees grow fast. Women and men don't think twice before acting. One may call Ifdawn a place of quick decisions."
Maskull was at last walking in the weird Ifdawn Marest which had created such strange feelings in him when seen from a distance.... And now he felt no wonder or curiosity at all, but only desired to meet human beings so intense had grown his will. He longed to test his powers on his fellow creatures, and nothing else seemed of the least importance to him.
It was an enormous natural quadrilateral pyramid, rising in great terraces and terminating in a broad, flat top, on which what looked like green snow still lingered. "What mountain is that?" he asked. "Disscourn. The highest point in Ifdawn." "Are we going there?" "Why should we go there? But if you were going on farther, it might be worth your while to pay a visit to the top.
"What food is it?" "Fish from the river." Maskull recollected his promise to Joiwind. At the same time, he felt hungry. "Is there nothing milder?" She pulled her mouth scornfully. "You came through Poolingdred, didn't you? All the people there are the same. They think life is to be looked at, and not lived. Now that you are visiting Ifdawn, you will have to change your notions."
He was resting himself against a tree, and looked tired, overheated, and despondent. He was young. His beardless expression bore an expression of unusual sincerity, and in other respects he seemed a hardy, hardworking youth, of an intellectual type. His hair was thick, short, and flaxen. He possessed neither a sorb nor a third arm so presumably he was not a native of Ifdawn.
"With that I gather life from the streams that flow in all the hundred Matterplay valleys. The streams spring direct from Faceny. My whole life has been spent trying to find Faceny himself. I've hunted so long that if I were to state the number of years you would believe I lied." Maskull looked at the phaen slowly. "In Ifdawn I met someone else from Matterplay a young man called Digrung.
The hot sunshine, the diminished wind, the cheerful marvellous cloud scenery, the quiet, crystal forests all was soothing and delightful. They approached nearer and nearer to the gaily painted heights of Ifdawn. There was something enigmatic to him in those bright walls. He was attracted by them, yet felt a sort of awe. They looked real, but at the same time very supernatural.
The ground, as well as the leaves and branches of the forest trees, still held traces of heavy dew or rain during the night. A poignantly sweet smell of nature entered his nostrils. His pain was quiescent, and his spirits were high. Before he bathed, he viewed the mountains of the Ifdawn Marest. In the morning sunlight they stood out pictorially.
If they can endure the life, why can't he?" "And this is Ifdawn morality!" Oceaxe began to grow angry. "It's you who have peculiar ideas. You rave about the beauty of flowers and trees you think them divine. But when it's a question of taking on this divine, fresh, pure, enchanting loveliness yourself, in your own person, it immediately becomes a cruel and wicked degradation.
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