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"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?"
Walking over to Nightspore, he put a hand on the back of his chair. "Still the same old gnawing hunger?" "What is doing these days?" demanded Nightspore disdainfully, without altering his attitude. "Surtur has gone, and we are to follow him." "How do you two come to know each other, and of whom are you speaking?" asked Maskull, looking from one to the other in perplexity.
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."
"It is Tormantic gravity," muttered Nightspore. "I understand you or, rather, I don't but it doesn't matter." He went on smoking in silence, occasionally taking a mouthful of the neat liquor. "Who is Surtur?" he demanded abruptly. "We others are gropers and bunglers, but he is a master." Maskull digested this.
Thor gains great renown by killing the Midgard serpent, but recoils and falls dead, suffocated with the venom which the dying monster vomits over him. Loki and Heimdall meet and fight till they are both slain. The gods and their enemies having fallen in battle, Surtur, who has killed Freyr, darts fire and flames over the world, and the whole universe is burned up.
Amidst the general devastation the sons of Muspelheim will rush forth under their leader Surtur, before and behind whom are flames and burning fire. Onward they ride over Bifrost, the rainbow bridge, which breaks under the horses' hoofs. But they, disregarding its fall, direct their course to the battlefield called Vigrid.
"I have certainly come to another world. But why do you say he is the same as Surtur?" "Yes, he is the same. We women call him Shaping, and so do most men, but a few name him Surtur." Maskull bit his nail. "Have you ever heard of Crystalman?" "That is Shaping once again. You see, he has many names which shows how much he occupies our minds. Crystalman is a name of affection."
"You may be the stronger, but he is the mightier." "I am the stronger and the mightier. Crystalman's Empire is but a shadow on the face of Muspel. But nothing will be done without the bloodiest blows.... What do you mean to do?" Nightspore looked at him strangely. "Are you not Surtur, Krag?" "Yes." "Yes," said Nightspore in a slow voice, without surprise. "But what is your name on Earth?"
"What I said about the windows also applies to Surtur. There's no need to waste time over visualising him, because you are immediately going on to the reality." "Then let us go." He pressed his eyeballs wearily. "Do we strip?" asked Nightspore. "Naturally," answered Krag, and he began to tear off his clothes with slow, uncouth movements.
"How is it that your people are so unadventurous? I seem to be the only one travelling from curiosity." "What do you mean by 'your people'?" "True you don't know that I don't belong to your planet at all. I've come from another world, Polecrab." "What to find?" "I came here with Krag and Nightspore to follow Surtur. I must have fainted the moment I arrived.
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