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"What Corpang doesn't tell you, Sullenbode, is that I am far better acquainted with Muspel-light than he, and that, but for a chance meeting with me, he would still be saying his prayers in Threal." "Still, what he says must be true," she replied, looking from one to the other. "And so I am not to be allowed to " "So long as I am with you, I shall urge you onward, and not backward, Maskull."
It increased in intensity and gradually occupied the whole scene. Things were no longer seen by Thire's light, but by this new light. It cast no shadows. Corpang's nostrils swelled, and he held himself more proudly. "What fire is that?" "It is Muspel-light." They both glanced instinctively at the three statues. In the strange glow they had undergone a change.
It was everywhere, but Maskull fancied that it was far brighter in one particular quarter. He thought that it was becoming localised, preparatory to contracting into a solid form. He strained and strained.... Immediately afterward the bottom of the lake subsided. Its waters fell through, and his instrument was broken. The Muspel-light vanished.
"I do not know how it will end, Maskull, but we will still keep together a little. Where are you going?" "To Adage," said Corpang, stepping forward. "But why?" "We are following the steps of Lodd, who went there years ago, to find Muspel-light." "It's the light of another world." "The quest is grand. But cannot women see that light?" "On one condition," said Corpang. "They must forget their sex.
It was of no colour, and resembled nothing it was supernatural and indescribable. Maskull's spirit swelled. He stood fast, with expanded nostrils and terrible eyes. Sullenbode touched him lightly. "What do you see, Maskull?" "Muspel-light." "I see nothing." The light shot up, until Maskull scarcely knew where he stood. It burned with a fiercer and stranger glare than ever before.
He went on to say, 'They say Muspel-light is sometimes seen there. What do you know of such a thing? I told him the truth that I knew nothing about it, and then he went on, 'Well, I am going to Adage. And tell those who come after me on the same errand that they had better do the same thing. That was the whole conversation. He started on his way, and I've never seen him or heard of him since."
"Ha! The underground man has come to life." "Yes, tell us," put in Maskull carelessly. Haunte drank, and laughed a little. "Well, the tale's short, and hardly worth telling, but since you're interested.... A stranger came here five years ago, inquiring after Muspel-light. His name was Lodd. He came from the east. He came up to me one bright morning in summer, outside this very cave.
Then the moon grew dimmer, and a strange, new radiance began to illuminate the landscape. It increased so imperceptibly that it was some time before he recognised it as the Muspel-light which he had seen in the Wombflash Forest. He could not give it a colour, or a name, but it filled him with a sort of stern and sacred awe. He called up the resources of his powerful will.
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