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Starting in awful mystery, it ended with such a note of low and sordid mockery that he could not doubt for a moment whence it originated. It was the voice of Crystalman. Krag was waiting for him on the island raft. He threw a stern glance at Nightspore. "Have you seen everything?" "The struggle is hopeless," muttered Nightspore. "Did I not say I am the stronger?"
The sky blazed deeper and deeper; it was obvious that Alppain was about to lift itself above the sea. The island had by this time floated past the mouth of the estuary. On three sides they were surrounded by water. The haze crept up behind them and shut out all sight of land. Krag was still sleeping an ugly, wrinkled monstrosity. Maskull looked over the side at the flowing water.
"So Gangnet thinks!" jeered Krag. They came to the end of the wood, and found themselves overlooking a little cliff. At the foot of it, about fifty feet below, a fresh series of lakes and forests commenced. Barey appeared to be one big mountain slope, built by nature into terraces.
As the men grew accustomed to the simple evolutions, we tried them more and more in skirmish drills, practising them so that they might get accustomed to advance in open order and to skirmish in any country, while the horses were held in the rear. Our arms were the regular cavalry carbine, the "Krag," a splendid weapon, and the revolver.
"You take a glimpse too," scraped Krag, proffering the glass to Nightspore. Nightspore turned his back and began to pace up an down. Krag laughed sardonically, and returned the lens to his pocket. "Well, Maskull, are you satisfied?" "Arcturus, then, is a double sun. And is that third point the planet Tormance?" "Our future home, Maskull." Maskull continued to ponder.
Then he pulled out a pipe, and began to fill it. "You must have cultivated a new form of humour, Krag." "I am glad if I can amuse you, Maskull, if only for a few days." "I meant to ask you how do you know my name?" "It would be odd if I didn't, seeing that I only came here on your account. As a matter of fact, Nightspore and I are old friends." Maskull paused with his suspended match.
Krag bent over him with a grave expression. "You are Nightspore." The dying man closed his eyes, and smiled. Opening them again, a few moments later, with an effort, he murmured, "Who are you?" Krag maintained a gloomy silence. Shortly afterward a frightful pang passed through Maskull's heart, and he died immediately. Krag turned his head around.
He caught hold of her, and pulled himself up to his feet. She gave a low scream, as though in pain. "What does this mean what are you doing, Maskull?" "Krag " began Maskull, but the effort to produce his words choked him, so that he was obliged to stop. "Krag what of Krag? Tell me quickly what has happened. Free my arm." He gripped her arm tighter. "Yes, I've seen Krag. I'm awake." "Oh!
Many men crossed over to the island during his lifetime, to listen to the amazing tones, but none could endure them; all died. After Swaylone's death, another musician took up the tale; and so the light has passed down from torch to torch, till now Earthrid bears it." "An interesting legend," commented Maskull. "But who is Krag?"
A sharp, chilling pain immediately passed through the latter's body and at the same moment his brain caught fire. A light burst in upon him like the rising of the sun. He asked himself for the first time if this fantastic conversation could by any chance refer to real things. "Listen, Krag," he said slowly, while peculiar images and conceptions started to travel in rich disorder through his mind.
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