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"You take a glimpse too," scraped Krag, proffering the glass to Nightspore. Nightspore turned his back and began to pace up an down. Krag laughed sardonically, and returned the lens to his pocket. "Well, Maskull, are you satisfied?" "Arcturus, then, is a double sun. And is that third point the planet Tormance?" "Our future home, Maskull." Maskull continued to ponder.
Maskull remained standing before the window, pensively gazing out at the sunlit moors. "Krag treats me like a child," he remarked presently. "And perhaps I really am a child.... My cynicism must seem most amusing to Krag. But why does he leave me to find out all this by myself for I don't include you, Nightspore.... But what time will Krag be here?"
Neither of them returned. The phantom body now stood upright, looking about him, still with his peculiar smile. Prior suddenly felt sick, and went out. The other men more or less hung together, for the sake of human society, but Nightspore paced up and down, like a man weary and impatient, while Maskull attempted to interrogate the youth.
"Has Surtur gone to Tormance?" ejaculated Nightspore in a strangled voice, fixing his eyes on Krag's face. "Yes, and he requires that we follow him at once." Maskull's heart began to beat strangely. It all sounded to him like a dream conversation. "And since how long, Krag, have I been required to do things by a total stranger.... Besides, who is this individual?"
"Krag has something for us. Let us go outside," replied Nightspore. He got up, and glanced over his shoulder. Maskull, following the direction of his eye, observed that the few remaining men were watching their little group attentively. The three men gathered in the street outside the house. The night was slightly frosty, but particularly clear, with an east wind blowing.
When they were abreast of him, about twenty feet off, he perceived who they were. The first man was himself Maskull. The second was Krag. The third man was Nightspore. Their faces were grim and set. The source of the drumming was out of sight. The sound appeared to come from some point in front of them. Maskull and Dreamsinter put themselves in motion, to keep up with the swiftly moving marchers.
Then he pulled out a pipe, and began to fill it. "You must have cultivated a new form of humour, Krag." "I am glad if I can amuse you, Maskull, if only for a few days." "I meant to ask you how do you know my name?" "It would be odd if I didn't, seeing that I only came here on your account. As a matter of fact, Nightspore and I are old friends." Maskull paused with his suspended match.
Maskull gathered that the name he gave was "Dreamsinter." "What is that drumming?" "Surtur," said Dreamsinter. "Is it advisable for me to follow it?" "Why?" "Perhaps he intends me to. He brought me here from Earth." Dreamsinter caught hold of him, bent down, and peered into his face. "Not you, but Nightspore."
The multitude of blazing stars caused the sky to appear like a vast scroll of hieroglyphic symbols. Maskull felt oddly excited; he had a sense that something extraordinary was about to happen "What brought you to this house tonight, Krag, and what made you do what you did? How are we understand that apparition?" "That must have been Crystalman's expression on face," muttered Nightspore.
A strange brightness began to glow in front of them. It was not daylight, but a radiance such as he had never seen before, and such as he could not have imagined to be possible. Nightspore moved straight toward it. Maskull felt his chest bursting. The light flashed higher.
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