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She waited for Maskull to come even with her. "Perhaps you imagine I'm not man enough you imagine that because I allowed poor Oceaxe to die for me " "She did die for you," said Tydomin, in a quiet, emphatic voice. "That would be a second blunder of yours," returned Maskull, just as firmly. "I was not in love with Oceaxe, and I'm not in love with life." "Your life is not required."
Then the chamber began to grow light, like very early morning. He could see nothing, but the retina of his eyes was affected. He fancied that he heard music, but while he was listening for it, it stopped. The light grew stronger, the air grew warmer; he heard the confused sound of distant voices. Suddenly Tydomin gave his hand a powerful squeeze.
At that very moment a sickening crash, like heavy thunder just over their heads, set Maskull's weakened heart thumping violently. An avalanche of boulders, stones, and dust, swept past the cave entrance from above. If their going in had been delayed by a single minute, they would have been killed. Tydomin did not even look up.
Now, if you really value her happiness, Maskull, you will have to take some firm step or other." "I mean to. Digrung, I shall stop your journey." "If you intend a second murder, no doubt you are big enough." Maskull turned around to Tydomin and laughed. "I seem to be leaving a wake of corpses behind me on this journey." "Why a corpse? There's no need to kill him."
The severe face showed no sign of gratification not a muscle relaxed. "Watch that you don't lose your gift," he said gruffly. Tydomin spoke. "You promised that I should enter Sant with you." "Attach yourself to the truth, not to me. For I may die before you, but the truth will accompany you to your death. However, now let us journey together, all three of us."
He did not answer, but stared past her. Another figure was standing, erect and mournful, not far behind her. It was Joiwind. Her face was wan, and there was an accusing look in her eyes. Maskull knew that it was a phantasm, and that the real Joiwind was miles away, at Poolingdred. "Turn around, Tydomin," he said oddly, "and tell me what you see behind you."
Spadevil struck off toward the north unhesitatingly. "It is not so far," he said. "It is his custom to be in that part where Sant overhangs the Wombflash Forest. Perhaps he will be there, but I cannot say." Maskull glanced toward Tydomin. Her sunken cheeks, and the dark circles beneath her eyes told of her extreme weariness. "The woman is tired, Spadevil," he said.
Once more he found himself in the blackness of the cave. He was this time lying on the ground, but Tydomin was still with him, holding his hand. He was in horrible bodily agony, but this was only a setting for the despairing anguish that filled his mind. Tydomin addressed him in tones of gentle reproach. "Why are you back so soon? I've not had time yet. You must return."
A faint sound of drumming came up. He listened intently, and as he did so his heart quickened and the black cares rolled away from his soul. All the world and its accidents seemed at that moment false, and without meaning.... He climbed abstractedly to his feet. Tydomin was talking to her dead husband. She was peering into the hideous face of ivory, and fondling his violet hair.
During the whole of the previous day he seemed to have been labouring under a series of heavy enchantments. First Oceaxe had enslaved him, then Tydomin, then Spadevil, and lastly Catice. They had forced him to murder and violate; he had guessed nothing, but had imagined that he was travelling as a free and enlightened stranger.
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