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Updated: May 4, 2025
"He must have meant that, as it is, we are each of us living in a false, private world of our own, a world of dreams and appetites and distorted perceptions. By embracing the great world we certainly lose nothing in truth and reality." Polecrab withdrew his feet from the water, stood up, yawned, and stretched his limbs. "I have told you all I know," he said in a surly voice.
When I sat up, it was night and the others had vanished. Since then I've been travelling at random." Polecrab scratched his nose. "You haven't found Surtur yet?" "I've heard his drum taps frequently. In the forest this morning I came quite close to him. Then two days ago, in the Lusion Plain, I saw a vision a being in man's shape, who called himself Surtur." "Well, maybe it was Surtur."
With every mouthful Maskull felt his strength returning. He finished before Polecrab, who ate like a man for whom time has no value. When he had done, he stood up. "Come and drink," he said, in his husky voice. Maskull looked at him inquiringly. The man led him a little way into the forest, and walked straight up to a certain tree.
"So strong is my sense of the untruth of this present life, that it may come to my putting an end to myself." The fisherman remained quiet and immobile. Maskull lay on his stomach, propped his face on his hands, and stared at him. "What do you think, Polecrab? Is it possible for any man, while in the body, to gain a closer view of that other world than I have done?"
Polecrab took them from it. He proceeded to cut off the heads and tails with a sharp-edged stone which he picked up; these he threw to the arg, which devoured them without any fuss. Polecrab beckoned to Maskull to follow him and, carrying the fish, walked toward the open shore, by the same way that he had come.
Still, they were somehow different, and they certainly came from Surtur. If I didn't hear them correctly, that was my fault and not his." Polecrab growled a little. "If Surtur chooses to speak to you in that fashion, it appears he's trying to say something." "What else can I think? But, Polecrab, what's your opinion is he calling me to the life after death?" The old man stirred uneasily.
His eyes were almost too sombre and penetrating for a child's. "That one," said Polecrab, pinching the boy's ear, "may perhaps grow up to be a second Broodviol." "Who was that?" demanded the boy, bending his head forward to hear the answer. "A big, old man, of marvellous wisdom. He became wise by making up his mind never to ask questions, but to find things out for himself."
Polecrab let himself down into the water, and assisted his wife to climb over the side. When she was up, she bent down and kissed him. No words were exchanged. Maskull scrambled up on to the front part of the raft. The woman sat cross-legged in the stem, and seized the pole. Polecrab shoved them off toward the current, while she worked her pole until they had got within its power.
In a little while he became aware of a movement behind him, and, turning his head, he saw the raft floating along the creek, toward the open sea. Polecrab was standing upright, propelling it with a rude pole. He passed by Maskull, without looking at him, or making any salutation, and proceeded out to sea.
I know it's really here at this moment, and it's exactly as we're seeing it, you and I. Yet it's false. It's false in this sense, Polecrab. Side by side with it another world exists, and that other world is the true one, and this one is all false and deceitful, to the very core. And so it occurs to me that reality and falseness are two words for the same thing."
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