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What's that corpse why are you dragging it around the country with you?" Tydomin smiled. "I've already heard it said about Matterplay, that if one sows an answer there, a rich crop of questions immediately springs up. But why do you make this unprovoked attack on me, Digrung?" "I don't attack you, woman, but I know you. I see into you, and I see insanity.
Lowest of all, you have the Sinking Sea itself. There the degenerate and enfeebled life of the Matterplay streams has for its body the whole sea. So weak is it's power that it can't succeed in creating any shapes at all but you can see its ceaseless, futile attempts to do so, in those spouts." "So the slow development of men and women is due to the feebleness of the life germ in their case?"
It travelled due north. It was not moving at more than a mile an hour, however, while Matterplay was possibly forty miles distant. The great spout waves fell against the trunk with mighty thuds; the breaking seas hissed through the lower branches Maskull rested high and dry, but was more than a little apprehensive about their slow rate of progress.
"This stream, Maskull, like every other life stream in Matterplay, has its source in Faceny. But as all these streams issue out from Threal, it is in Threal that we must look for Faceny." "But what's to prevent your finding Threal? Surely it's a well-known country?" "It lies underground. Its communications with the upper world are few, and where they are, no one that I have ever spoken to knows.
I absorbed him." "You can't be telling me this out of vanity." "It was a fearful crime. What will come of it?" Leehallfae gave a curious, wrinkled smile. "In Matterplay he will stir inside you, for he smells the air. Already you have his eyes.... I knew him.... Take care of yourself, or something more startling may happen. Keep out of the water."
He replied at last, in a dry, manly, nervous voice. "I am Digrung. I have arrived here from Matterplay." His colour kept changing, and Maskull suddenly realised of whom he reminded him. It was of Joiwind. "Perhaps you're going to Poolingdred, Digrung?" he inquired, interested. "As a matter of fact I am if I can find my way out of this accursed country."
I've seen nothing like you before." "From another world. Where is Matterplay?" "It's the first country one comes to beyond the Sinking Sea." "What is it like there how do you amuse yourselves? The same old murders and sudden deaths?" "Are you ill?" asked Digrung. "Who is this woman, why are you following at her heels like a slave? She looks insane to me.
In another minute or so, he had disappeared over the crest, travelling in the direction of the shore that faced Matterplay. Later, when the water was once more tranquil. Maskull sat down by its edge, in imitation of Earthrid's attitude. He knew neither how to set about producing his music, nor what would come of it.
"They all find their way here to die. They come from Matterplay. There they live to an incredible age. Partly on that account, and partly because of their spontaneous origin, they regard themselves as the favoured children of Faceny. But when they come here to find him, they die at once." "I think this one is the last of the race. But whom do I speak to?" "I am Corpang.
The sea to the north of the island was in no way different from that which they had crossed, but its lively colors were fast becoming invisible. "That is Matterplay," said the woman, pointing her finger toward some low land on the horizon, which seemed to be even farther off than Wombflash. "I wonder how Digrung passed over," meditated Maskull.
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