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Behind them, the Lichstorm Mountains were blotted out from view by a haze that had gathered together. The sky ahead, just above the horizon, began to be of a strange colour. It was an intense jale-blue. The whole northern atmosphere was stained with ulfire. Maskull's mind grew disturbed. "Alppain is rising, Gangnet." Gangnet smiled wistfully. "It begins to trouble you?"
"I have always regarded myself as a man." "Very likely you have; but the test is, do you hate and fear women?" "Why, do you?" Haunte grinned and showed his teeth. "Things are different in Lichstorm.... So you want to see the sights?" "I confess I am curious to see your women, for example, after what you say." "Then I'll introduce you to Sullenbode."
All glittered green, and all possessed the extraordinary hanging caps that characterised the Lichstorm range. These caps were of fantastic shapes, and each one was different. The valley directly opposite them was filled with rolling mist. Sarclash was a mighty mountain mass in the shape of a horseshoe. Its two ends pointed west, and were separated from each other by a mile or more of empty space.
But when, over the now enlarged shape of the dark island, he caught sight of a long chain of lofty, distant mountains, glowing salmon-pink in the evening sunlight, he felt constrained to break the silence by inquiring what they were. "It is Lichstorm," said Gleameil.
In the same way, my black, chaotic pangs just now seemed to consolidate themselves and spring together as a new sort of joy. The joy would not have been possible without the preliminary nightmare. It is not accidental; Nature intends it so. The truth has just flashed through my brain.... You men of Lichstorm don't go far enough. You stop at the pangs, Without realising that they are birth pangs."
"No, the meeting of the sexes is sweet, though shameful. So poignant is the sweetness that the accompanying shame is ignored, with open eyes. There is no hatred, or only among a few eccentric persons." "That shame surely must be the rudiment of our Lichstorm passion. But now say why did you come here?" "To meet with new experiences, perhaps. The old ones no longer interested me."
Behind these again, against the sky, perhaps fifty or even a hundred miles off, were the peaks of Lichstorm, most of them covered with greenish snow that glittered in the sunlight. They were stupendously high and of weird contours.
Maskull took Corpang's arm, and constrained him to silence. "Where have you been hunting, Haunte?" "Matterplay. I had the worst luck I speared one wold horse, and there it lies." "What is Lichstorm like?" "There are men there, and there are women there, but there are no men-women, as with you." "What do you call men-women?" "Persons of mixed sex, like yourself. In Lichstorm the sexes are pure."
"What lies beyond Lichstorm?" asked Maskull, after a minute or two. "Barey, where you have two suns instead of one but beyond that fact I know nothing about it.... Then comes the ocean." "And what's on the other side of the ocean?" "That you must find out for yourself, for I doubt if anybody has ever crossed it and come back." Maskull was silent for a little while.
"Yes, if you can fit in with my mood, which is not to talk about myself." "But you must at least tell me where you want to go to." "I want to see what is to be seen here, and then go on to Lichstorm." "I can guide you through, if that's all you want. Come, let us start." "First let's do our duty and bury the dead, if possible." "Turn around," directed Corpang. Maskull looked around quickly.
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