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"I don't see anything," she answered, looking around. "But I see Joiwind." Just as he was speaking, the apparition vanished. "Now I present you with your life, Tydomin. She wishes it." The woman fingered her chin thoughtfully. "I little expected I should ever be beholden for my life to one of my own sex but so be it. What really happened to you in my cavern?" "I really saw Krag."
The man or woman who wishes to invoke Shaping must take up some of the gnawl water, and drink it." "Pray for me," said Maskull. "Your unspotted prayer will carry more weight." "What do you wish for?" "For purity," answered Maskull, in a troubled voice. Joiwind made a cup of her hand, and drank a little of the water. She held it up to Maskull's mouth. "You must drink too." He obeyed.
His poigns explored actively the inward nature of everything in his immediate vicinity. His magn touched Joiwind, and drew from her person a stream of love and joy. And lastly by means of his breve he exchanged thoughts with her in silence. This mighty sense symphony stirred him to the depths, and throughout the walk of that endless morning he felt no more fatigue.
"Every woman can't be like you, Joiwind, but it is good to have a few like you. Wouldn't it be as well," he went on, "since we've got to walk through that sun-baked wilderness, to make turbans for our heads out of some of those long leaves?" She smiled rather pathetically. "You will think me foolish, but every tearing off of a leaf would be a wound in my heart.
He could not only see, feel, and smell it, but could detect its intrinsic nature. This nature was hard, persistent and melancholy. Joiwind answered the questions he had not asked. "Those organs are called 'poigns. Their use is to enable us to understand and sympathise with all living creatures." "What advantage do you derive from that, Joiwind?"
He replied at last, in a dry, manly, nervous voice. "I am Digrung. I have arrived here from Matterplay." His colour kept changing, and Maskull suddenly realised of whom he reminded him. It was of Joiwind. "Perhaps you're going to Poolingdred, Digrung?" he inquired, interested. "As a matter of fact I am if I can find my way out of this accursed country."
All that he saw in that instant was a glaring ball of electric white, three times the apparent diameter of the sun. For a few minutes he was quite blind. "My God!" he exclaimed. "If it's like this in early morning you must be right enough about Blodsombre." When he had somewhat recovered himself he asked, "How long are the days here, Joiwind?" Again he felt his brain being probed.
His face was working convulsively, and he began to stagger about. Then he put his hand to his mouth and took from it what looked like a bright-coloured pebble. He looked at it carefully for some seconds. Joiwind also looked, over his shoulder, with quickly changing colors. After this inspection, Panawe let the object whatever it was fall to the ground, and took no more interest in it.
Promise this never to raise your hand against a living creature, either to strike, pluck, or eat, without first recollecting its mother, who suffered for it." "Perhaps I won't promise that," said Maskull slowly, "but I'll undertake something more tangible. I will never lift my hand against a living creature without first recollecting you, Joiwind." She turned a little pale.
Panawe walked onto the water; it was so heavy that it carried his weight. Joiwind followed with Maskull. He instantly started to slip about nevertheless the motion was amusing, and he learned so fast, by watching and imitating Panawe, that he was soon able to balance himself without assistance. After that he found the sport excellent.
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