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Updated: June 12, 2025
"I've already been here two days, and still I survive. I have luck and with that one can balance the universe. But what is luck a verbal expression, or a thing?" As he was putting on his skin, which was now dry, the answer came to him, and this time he was grave. "Surtur brought me here, and Surtur is watching over me.
"Did Surtur forbid you to be a man?" Maskull frowned. "Is love such a manly sport, then? I should have thought it effeminate." "It doesn't matter. You won't always be so boyish. But don't try my patience too far." "Let us talk about something else and, above all, let us get on our road."
"And what of your wonderful interview with Surtur, and all the undone things which you set out to do?" "You aren't the one I shall speak to about that. But" he eyed her meditatively "while I'm still here you can tell me this. What's the meaning of the expression on that corpse's face?" "Is that another crime, Maskull? All dead people look like that. Ought they not to?"
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 battle-field called Vigrid.
Maskull put his hands behind his back. "I repeat, I am not my own master." "Then who is your master?" "Yesterday I saw Surtur, and from today I am serving him." "Did you speak with him?" she asked curiously. "I did." "Tell me what he said." "No, I can't I won't. But whatever he said, his beauty was more tormenting than yours, Oceaxe, and that's why I can look at you in cold blood."
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.
It was like the last mutterings of thunder after a heavy storm. Maskull listened, without getting up. The drumming faded into silence, and did not return. He smiled queerly, and said aloud, "Thanks, Surtur! I accept the omen." When he was about to get up, he found that the shrivelled skin that had been his third arm was flapping disconcertingly with every movement of his body.
"I once heard it called 'Crystalman's face." "Why not? We are all daughters and sons of Crystalman. It is doubtless the family resemblance." "It has also been told me that Surtur and Crystalman are one and the same." "You have wise and truthful acquaintances." "Then how could it have been Surtur whom I saw?" said Maskull, more to himself than to her.
In the beginning of time, according to their tradition, there was neither heaven nor earth, but only universal chaos and a bottomless abyss, where dwelt Surtur in an element of unquenchable fire.
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?
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