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He stood fast. "You have changed quickly, Maskull." Maskull, without answering him, turned to Catice. "Why do men go on living in this soft, shameful world, when they can kill themselves?" "Pain is the native air of Surtur's children. To what other air do you wish to escape?" "Surtur's children? Is not Surtur Shaping?" "It is the greatest of lies. It is Shaping's masterpiece."
Fire flashed in his heart.... Millions upon millions of grotesque, vulgar, ridiculous, sweetened individuals once Spirit were calling out from their degradation and agony for salvation from Muspel.... To answer that cry there was only himself... and Krag waiting below... and Surtur But where was Surtur? The truth forced itself on him in all its cold, brutal reality.
My son shall live as a mortal amongst mortals. Sigi his name shall be. From him shall spring heroes who will fill Valhalla, my own hall in Asgard, with heroes against the day of our strife with the Giants and with Surtur of the Flaming Sword."
Maskull felt a rising joy, as he continued standing in the presence of this individual. He believed that something good was happening to him. He found it physically difficult to bring any words out. "Why do you stop me?" "Maskull, look well at me. Who am I?" "I think you are Shaping." "I am Surtur." Maskull again attempted to meet his eyes, but felt as if he were being stabbed.
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."
"Do you know that he is regarded as a god here, Krag?... There is supernatural fire, too, which I have been led to believe is somehow connected with him.... Why do you keep up the mystery? Who and what is Surtur?" "Don't disturb yourself about that. You will never know." "Do you know?" "I know," snarled Krag. "The devil here is called Krag," went on Maskull, peering into his face.
"Will you think it foolish if I say I hardly know? I came with those two men. Perhaps I was attracted by curiosity, or perhaps it was the love of adventure." "Perhaps," said Joiwind. "I wonder... These friends of yours must be terrible men. Why did they come?" "That I can tell you. They came to follow Surtur." Her face grew troubled. "I don't understand it.
"I still do not know what you are doing here," answered Corpang. "Why should I go on making a mystery of it? I came to find Surtur." "That name I've heard but under what circumstances?" "You forget?" Corpang walked along, his eyes fixed on the ground, obviously troubled. "Who is Surtur?" Maskull shook his head, and said nothing.
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.
That is my 'luck.... But what is Surtur in this world?... How is he able to protect me against the blind and ungovernable forces of nature? Is he stronger than Nature?..." Hungry as he was for food, he was hungrier still for human society, for he wished to inquire about all these things. He asked himself which way he should turn his steps.
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