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Updated: June 10, 2025
"It's of little consequence who killed him, for he's better dead than alive, in my opinion. Still, I did it. Oceaxe had no hand in the affair." Tydomin appeared not to hear him she looked beyond him at Oceaxe musingly. "When you murdered him, didn't it occur to you that I would come here, to find out?" "I never once thought of you," replied Oceaxe, with an angry laugh.
This extraordinary battery of eyes, alternatively alive and dead, gave the young man an appearance of almost alarming mental activity. He was wearing nothing but a sort of skin kilt. Maskull seemed somehow to recognise the face, though he had certainly never set eyes on it before. Tydomin suggested to him to set down the corpse, and both sat down to rest in the shade.
She smiled, "It's but another step into the land of death. I can manage it. Give me your arm, Maskull." He put his arm around her waist, and supported her along that way. "The sun is now sinking," said Maskull. "Will we get there before dark?" "Fear nothing, Maskull and Tydomin; this pain is eating up the evil in your nature. The road you are walking cannot remain unwalked.
He felt no immediate difference in his soul, but... Tydomin shed a sad smile on him, like winter sunshine. He half expected her to speak, but she said nothing. Instead, she made a sign to him to pick up Crimtyphon's corpse. As he obeyed, he wondered why Digrung's dead face did not wear the frightful Crystalman mask. "Why hasn't he altered?" he muttered to himself. Tydomin heard him.
Later on, they encountered a flock of pale blue jellies floating in the air. They were miniature animals. Tydomin caught one in her hand and began to eat it, just as one eats a luscious pear plucked from a tree. Maskull, who had fasted since early morning, was not slow in following her example.
According to whether they served his purpose or were in harmony with his nature, or otherwise, they had been pleasant or painful. Now these words "pleasure" and "pain" simply had no meaning. The other two watched him, while he was making himself acquainted with his new mental outlook. He smiled at them. "You were quite right, Tydomin," he said, in a bold, cheerful voice. "We have been fools.
Branchspell was blazing in a cloudless sky, the heat was insufferable streams of sweat coursed down his face, and the corpse seemed to grow heavier and heavier. Tydomin always walked in front of him. His eyes were fastened in an unseeing stare on her white, womanish calves; he looked neither to right nor left. His features grew sullen.
Sleep here tonight, Spadevil, and in the morning go back to where you have come from. No one shall harm you." Spadevil's ironic smile was lost in the gloom. "Shall I brood again, Maskull, for still another year, and after that come back to Sant with other truths? Come, waste no time, but choose the heavier stone for me, for I am stronger than Tydomin."
Without question, and feeling it the right thing to do, he walked away out of earshot. Tydomin approached Oceaxe. "Perhaps because my beauty fades and I'm no longer young, I needed him all the more." Oceaxe gave a kind of snarl. "Well, he's dead, and that's the end of it. What are you going to do now, Tydomin?" The other woman smiled faintly and rather pathetically.
"Thoughts and words," he said, "which don't correspond with the real events of the world are considered most shameful in Matterplay." "I'm not asking you to lie, only to keep silent." "To hide the truth is a special branch of lying. I can't accede to your wish. I must tell Joiwind everything, as far as I know it." Maskull got up, and Tydomin followed his example.
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