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"Why?" demanded Maskull, following, however, the example of the other two men. Krag thumped his vast chest, which was covered with thick hairs, like an ape's. "Who knows what the Tormance fashions are like? We may sprout limbs I don't say we shall." "A-ha!" exclaimed Maskull, pausing in the middle of his undressing. Krag smote him on the back. "New pleasure organs possible, Maskull.
On gaining the open air, his sensation of weight was instantly removed, but he continued panting and palpitating, like a man who has lifted a far too heavy load. Nightspore's dark form came forward. "Was Krag there?" "If he was. I didn't see him. But I heard someone speak." "Was it Krag?" "It was not Krag but a voice warned me against you."
Nightly, when the moon shone, people used to gather on this shore behind us, and listen to the faint, sweet strains floating from over the sea. They listened a while to the music, and Shaping said 'Have you heard more beautiful sounds? This is my world and my music. Krag stamped with his foot, and laughed. 'You must do better than that, if I am to admire it.
Krag stared at him all the time he was speaking, his face gradually resuming its jesting expression. "Oh, you will get your twenty-four hours, and perhaps longer, but not much longer. You're an audacious fellow, Maskull, but this trip will prove a little strenuous, even for you.... And so, like the unbelievers of old, you want a sign from heaven?" Maskull frowned.
"Has Surtur gone to Tormance?" ejaculated Nightspore in a strangled voice, fixing his eyes on Krag's face. "Yes, and he requires that we follow him at once." Maskull's heart began to beat strangely. It all sounded to him like a dream conversation. "And since how long, Krag, have I been required to do things by a total stranger.... Besides, who is this individual?"
"How do you mean?" "You'll see. You'll renounce the world so eagerly that you'll want to stay in the world merely to enjoy your sensations." Gangnet smiled. "Krag, you see, is hard to please. You must neither enjoy, nor renounce. What are you to do?" Maskull turned toward Krag. "It's very odd, but I don't understand your creed even yet. Are you recommending suicide?"
"Except for the platform over our heads," replied Krag. "Why didn't that lowest window magnify, as it did earlier in the evening?" "Oh, you missed your opportunity," said Krag, grinning. "If you had finished your climb then, you would have seen heart-expanding sights.
We heard that Dr. May and the Krag people were at Studenitza, an old monastery, halfway along the road to Rashka. On the flat fields behind the station were another gang of "Stobarts," the dispensary from Lapovo. One Miss H was in trouble, for thieves had pushed their arms beneath the tent flaps in the night and had captured her best boots.
"You may be the stronger, but he is the mightier." "I am the stronger and the mightier. Crystalman's Empire is but a shadow on the face of Muspel. But nothing will be done without the bloodiest blows.... What do you mean to do?" Nightspore looked at him strangely. "Are you not Surtur, Krag?" "Yes." "Yes," said Nightspore in a slow voice, without surprise. "But what is your name on Earth?"
The multitude of blazing stars caused the sky to appear like a vast scroll of hieroglyphic symbols. Maskull felt oddly excited; he had a sense that something extraordinary was about to happen "What brought you to this house tonight, Krag, and what made you do what you did? How are we understand that apparition?" "That must have been Crystalman's expression on face," muttered Nightspore.
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