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Updated: June 28, 2025
All his desires were gone forever; he wished to go nowhere, and to do nothing. He thought he would go to Barey. He went to the warm pool, to wash the sleep out of his eyes. Sitting beside it, watching the bubbles, was Krag. Maskull thought that he was dreaming. The man was clothed in a skin shirt and breeches. His face was stem, yellow, and ugly. He eyed Maskull without smiling or getting up.
Fire flashed in his heart.... Millions upon millions of grotesque, vulgar, ridiculous, sweetened individuals once Spirit were calling out from their degradation and agony for salvation from Muspel.... To answer that cry there was only himself... and Krag waiting below... and Surtur But where was Surtur? The truth forced itself on him in all its cold, brutal reality.
New genera now appear upon the mass, such a Carex, Menyanthes, and others, and soon thicky cover it. The turf has now acquired a thickness of from two to four feet, and is called in Groningen lad; in Friesland, til, tilland, or drifftil; in Overijsse, krag; and in Holland, rietzod.
Almost before the words had left his mouth, Krag sprang back on to the island raft. Nightspore involuntarily started after him, but at once recovered himself and remained standing where he was. Krag was completely invisible; everything outside was black night. The moment he had gone, a feeling shot up in Nightspore's heart like a thousand trumpets.
Again we could hear the guns in the night, and news had come in that Krag had been occupied and that the German cavalry were making towards Kralievo. The men were up before three-thirty to strike the tents, having slept but little. Breakfast was prepared and waiting at five-thirty in the big hospital bedroom; but the women ate of it alone.
It is only three weeks old and there are about 100 graves. Santiago is a dirty place. All the sewers are on top of the ground. This is Siboney, the town we burned about five weeks ago to keep out the fever. I have a few souvenirs I hope to take back to the States with me two Spanish gold pieces, one machete, a Krag gun, a set of prayer beads, and a piece of shell that struck me in the hip.
The climb continued, and at the second and third windows he again mounted and stared out, but still the common sights presented themselves. After that, he gave up and looked through no more windows. Krag and Nightspore meanwhile had gone on ahead with the light, so that he had to complete the ascent in darkness.
"You inquire if I am satisfied. I don't know, Krag. It's miraculous, and that's all I can say about it.... But I'm satisfied of one thing. There must be very wonderful astronomers at Starkness and if you invite me to your observatory I will surely come." "I do invite you. We set off from there." "And you, Nightspore?" demanded Maskull.
"Haven't you a greeting for me too Gangnet?" asked Krag, thrusting his forbidding features almost into the other's face. "I know you, Krag. There are few places where you are welcome." "And I know you, Gangnet you man-woman.... Well, we are here together, and you must make what you can of it. We are going down to the Ocean." The smile faded from Gangnet's face.
At the lowest window Krag went straight ahead without stepping, but Maskull clambered into the embrasure, in order to renew his acquaintance with the miraculous spectacle of the Arcturian group. The lens had lost its magic property. It had become a common sheet of glass, through which the ordinary sky field appeared.
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