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She looked at him, so that all the soul was in her eyes; and then she fell down dead. Hator awoke from his thoughts, and saw her lying, still warm, at his feet, a corpse. He passed to the mainland; but how, it is not related." Tydomin shuddered. "You too have met your wicked woman, Spadevil; but your method is a nobler one." "Don't pity other women," said Spadevil, "but love the right.
Oceaxe called out aloud to Maskull, "Will you come with me now to Disscourn?" "If you wish," returned Maskull. "Go first, Oceaxe. I must question your friend about Crimtyphon's death. I won't keep him." "Why don't you question me, rather?" demanded Oceaxe, looking up sharply. Tydomin gave the shadow of a smile. "We know each other too well." "Play no tricks!" said Oceaxe, and she turned to go.
He heard someone scream faintly, and then the light leaped up, and he saw everything clearly. He was lying on a wooden couch, in a strangely decorated room, lighted by electricity. His hand was being squeezed, not by Tydomin, but by a man dressed in the garments of civilisation, with whose face he was certainly familiar, but under what circumstances he could not recall.
"Forgive me, Spadevil, if I am still feminine." "Right has no sex. So long, Tydomin, as you remember that you are a woman, so long you will not enter into divine apathy of soul." "But where there are no women, there are no children," said Maskull. "How came there to be all these generations of Hator men?"
It was split from top to bottom by numerous straight fissures. A few pale-green waterfalls descended here and there, like narrow, motionless threads. The face of the mountain was rugged and bare. It was strewn with detached boulders, and great, jagged rocks projected everywhere like iron teeth. Tydomin pointed to a small black hole near the base, which might be a cave. "That is where I live."
Her voice was so soft, low, and refined, that Maskull hardly was able to catch the words. The sounds, however, lingered in his ears, and curiously enough seemed to grow stronger, instead of fainter. Oceaxe whispered, "Don't say a word, leave it all to me." Then she swung her body around to face Tydomin squarely, and said aloud, "I killed him."
You are awake, awake." "And you must die," said Maskull, in an awful voice. "But why? What has happened?..." "You must die, and I must kill you. Because I am awake, and for no other reason. You blood-stained dancing mistress!" Tydomin breathed hard for a little time. Then she seemed suddenly to regain her self-possession. "You won't offer me violence, surely, in this black cave?"
"The pain is nothing," replied Maskull, "but I fear the result." "Permit me, although I am only a woman, to take his place, Catice," said Tydomin, stretching out her hand. He struck at it violently with the flint, and gashed it from wrist to thumb; the pale carmine blood spouted up. "What brings this kiss-lover to Sant?" he said.
He at once proceeded to lead the way up the staircase. Tydomin gazed upward after him for a moment, with an odd, worshiping light in her eyes. Then she followed him, the second of the party. Maskull climbed last. He was travel stained, unkempt, and very tired; but his soul was at peace. As they steadily ascended the almost perpendicular stairs, the sun got higher in the sky.
Presently, however, the atmosphere changed or such was his impression. He was somehow led to imagine that they had come to a larger chamber. Here Tydomin stopped, and then forced him down with quiet pressure. His groping hand encountered stone and, by feeling it all over, he discovered that it was a sort of stone slab, or couch, raised a foot or eighteen inches from the ground.
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