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Nightspore ate and drank little, but Maskull sat down with good appetite. There being no milk, whisky took the place of it; the nearly black tea was mixed with an equal quantity of the spirit. Of this concoction Maskull drank cup after cup, and long after the tongue had disappeared he was still imbibing. Nightspore looked at him queerly. "Do you intend to finish the bottle before Krag comes?"
And so Surtur does really exist, and my journey stands for something. But why am I here, and what can I do? Who is Surtur? Where is he to be found?" Something wild came into his eyes. "What did Dreamsinter mean by his 'Not you, but Nightspore'? Am I a secondary character is he regarded as important; and I as unimportant? Where is Nightspore, and what is he doing?
They left the house by the door, which they left ajar, and immediately found themselves again on the moorland road that had brought them from Haillar. This time they continued along it, past the tower. Maskull, as they went by, regarded the erection with puzzled interest. "What is that tower, Nightspore?" "We sail from the platform on the top." "Tonight?" throwing him a quick look. "Yes."
"Do I bind it up?" asked Maskull, scowling with pain. Krag spat on the wound. "Pull your shirt down, it won't bleed any more." He then turned his attention to Nightspore, who endured his operation with grim indifference. Krag threw the knife on the floor.
I am about to produce the phenomenon; if anyone can explain it to me afterward, I shall be very grateful.... That is all I have to say." He resumed his seat, half turning his back on the assembly, and paused for a moment before beginning his task. It was precisely at this minute that the manservant opened the door and announced in a subdued but distinct voice: "Mr. Maskull, Mr. Nightspore."
It appeared that they were travelling toward a lake district. "What have you and Nightspore been doing during the last four days, Krag? What happened to the torpedo?" "You're just about on the same mental level as a man who sees a brand-new palace, and asks what has become of the scaffolding." "What palace have you been building, then?" "We have not been idle," said Krag.
They were being effeminated and corrupted that is to say, absorbed in the foul, sickly enveloping forms. Nightspore felt a sickening shame in his soul as he looked on at that spectacle. His exaltation had long since vanished. He bit his nails, and understood why Krag was waiting for him below. He mounted slowly to the fifth window.
"The night is really past at last, Nightspore.... The day is here." Nightspore gazed long and earnestly at Maskull's body. "Why was all this necessary?" "Ask Crystalman," replied Krag sternly. "His world is no joke. He has a strong clutch but I have a stronger... Maskull was his, but Nightspore is mine." The fog thickened so that the two suns wholly disappeared, and all grew as black as night.
But the bottle will be burned up by the earth's atmosphere, and the contents will dissipate, and will not reach the sun." Maskull listened attentively, and his smile faded. "Does anything prevent us from experimenting with this other bottle?" "Replace it in the cupboard," said Nightspore. "Arcturus is still below the horizon, and you would succeed only in wrecking the house."
Maskull remained thoughtful. "What am I to think of that man?" "For your information," replied Nightspore wearily, "I have never known him to lie." A couple of days later, at two o'clock in the afternoon, Maskull and Nightspore arrived at Starkness Observatory, having covered the seven miles from Haillar Station on foot.
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