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Between Sarclash and Adage there is a long ridge very difficult in places. About halfway along the ridge, at the lowest point, lies the top of the Mornstab Pass, which goes through to Barey. Now you know the lay of the land." "Does the woman Sullenbode live near here?" "Near enough." Haunte grinned.
When he had reached the boulder overlooking the landslip, on which they had sat together, he lowered his burden, and, placing the dead girl on the stone, seated himself beside her for a time, gazing over toward Barey. After that, he commenced his descent of the Mornstab Pass. The day had already dawned, but it was not yet sunrise when Maskull awoke from his miserable sleep.
Within half an hour they had reached the Mornstab Pass. The ground here was drier; the broken land to the north served to drain off the moisture of the soil. Sullenbode led them to the northern edge of the ridge, to show them the nature of the country. The pass was nothing but a gigantic landslip on both sides of the ridge, where it was the lowest above the underlying land.
Maskull gazed at them doubtfully. "Does this continue?" he inquired. "No. I think," replied the woman, "we can't be far from the Mornstab Pass. After that we shall begin to climb again, and then the road will improve perhaps." "Can you have been here before?" "Once I have been to the Pass, but it was not so bad then." "You are tired out, Sullenbode." "What of it?" she replied, smiling faintly.
Sullenbode suddenly enfolded him in her arms, and kissed him passionately, again and again. He made no response; he was unaware of what she was doing. She unclasped him and, with bent head and streaming eyes, went noiselessly away. She started to go back toward the Mornstab Pass. A few minutes afterward the radiance began to fade. The thunder died down.
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