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To love he joins death; to sex, shame; to intellect, madness; to virtue, cruelty; and to fair exteriors, bloody entrails. These are Krag's actions, so the lovers of the world call him 'devil. They don't understand, Maskull, that without him the world would lose its beauty." "Krag and beauty!" exclaimed he, with a cynical smile. "Even so.
"Yes, you will hear these voices too," said Nightspore enigmatically. When they returned to the house, the windows were all in darkness and the door was ajar, just as they had left it; Krag presumably was not there.
"They say that when the world was born, Krag was born with it a spirit compounded of those vestiges of Muspel which Shaping did not know how to transform. Thereafter nothing has gone right with the world, for he dogs Shaping's footsteps everywhere, and whatever the latter does, he undoes.
Krag leaped into the forest and vanished from sight. Nightspore marched on alone, stern and unmoved. The music rose to crescendo. The whole dim, gigantic forest was roaring with sound. The tones came from all sides, from above, from the ground under their feet. It was so grandly passionate that Maskull felt his soul loosening from its bodily envelope. He continued to follow Nightspore.
"You came here on my account?" "Surely. On your account and Nightspore's. We three are to be fellow travellers." Maskull now lit his pipe and puffed away coolly for a few moments. "I'm sorry, Krag, but I must assume you are mad." Krag threw his head back, and gave a scraping laugh. "Am I mad, Nightspore?"
An awful agony, emanating from the wound, started to run through Maskull's body, and he began to doubt whether he would not have to faint, but it subsided almost immediately, and then he felt nothing but a gnawing ache in the injured arm, just strong enough to make life one long discomfort. "That's finished," said Krag. "Now you can follow me." Picking up the lantern, he walked toward the door.
"Where in the devil's name have you come from, Krag?" "The great point is, I am here." "Where's Nightspore?" "Not far away." "It seems a hundred years since I saw you. Why did you two leave me in such a damnable fashion?" "You were strong enough to get through alone." "So it turned out, but how were you to know?.... Anyway, you've timed it well. It seems I am to die today." Krag scowled.
Krag seemed to grow sallower and more repulsive every minute. "What, because they have left off stroking you?" he exclaimed, laughing and showing his discoloured teeth. "Whoever you are, and whatever you want," said Maskull, "you seem very certain of yourself." "Yes, you would like me to blush and stammer like a booby, wouldn't you! That would be an excellent way of destroying lies."
Through the open window sounded in their ears the trainlike grinding of the sea at the foot of the cliffs. "Krag must be in the tower after all," remarked Maskull, breaking the silence. "Yes, he is getting ready." "I hope he doesn't expect us to join him there. It was beyond my powers but why, heaven knows. The stairs must have a magnetic pull of some sort."
There at the door of the great empty room, magnificent m her tiger-skin, the Krag gripped in her supple hand, stood Beatrice. At him the girl peered eagerly, a second, as though to make quite sure he was not hurt in any way, to satisfy herself that he was safe and sound. Then with a little gasp of relief, she ran to him. Her sandaled feet lightly disturbed the rubbish on the floor; dust rose.
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