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The back of his head struck the ground, and he lay there motionless. Corpang sprang forward to his assistance. But, when he saw what had happened, he left him where he was. "Maskull, come here quickly!" The light was perceptibly fading from Haunte's skin, as Maskull bent over. The man was dead. His face was unrecognisable.
He already began to grasp that the reality of the outside world and the reality of this world were two quite different things. "In what sense are there three worlds?" he demanded, repeating his former question. Corpang smote the end of his staff on the ground. "First of all, Maskull, what is your motive for asking?
"He need not be in such a hurry.... What do these pillars seem like to you?" "They might be the entrance to some mighty temple. Who can have planted them there?" She did not answer. They watched Corpang gain the summit of the hill, and disappear through the line of posts. Maskull turned again to Sullenbode. "Now we two are alone in a lonely world." She regarded him steadily.
The other's face was all wrinkles, but he made no comment. "And so you see," went on Maskull, with a short laugh, "I'm in the very best condition for receiving your instruction." Corpang still paused. "Underneath your crimes I see a man," he said, after a few minutes.
But I have an infallible rule, Corpang. As I come from the south, I always go due north." "That will take us to Lichstorm." Maskull gazed at the fantastically piled rocks all around them. "I saw these rocks from Matterplay. The mountains look as far off now as they did them, and there's not much of the day left. How far is Lichstorm from here?" Corpang looked away to the distant range.
It was a thin mist, neither damp nor cold. The Lichstorm Range now appeared only as a blur on the sky. The air was electric and tingling, and was exciting in its effect. Maskull felt a sort of emotional inflammation, as though a very slight external cause would serve to overturn his self-control. Corpang stood silent with a mouth like iron.
To Maskull's mind, however, even more wonderful than this unnatural phenomenon was the absence of shadows, which was more noticeable here than on the open plain. It made the place look like a hall of phantoms. Corpang, without delay, led the way along the shelf to the left. When they had walked about a mile, the gulf widened to two hundred feet.
"I don't know, but unless a miracle happens we shan't get there tonight." "I have a feeling," said Maskull, "that we shall not only get there tonight, but that tonight will be the most important in my life." And he sat down passively to rest. While Maskull sat, Corpang walked restlessly to and fro, swinging his arms. He had lost his staff.
He pitched the pebbles over the edge of the chasm. Although hard and heavy in his hand, they sank more like feathers than stones, and left a long trail of vapour behind. While Maskull was still watching them disappear, Haunte came rushing out of the cavern, followed by Corpang. He gripped Maskull's arm excitedly. "What in Krag's name have you done?"
"Your colour changed to white," said Corpang. "What happened?" "I passed through torture to love," replied Maskull simply. He stood up. Haunte gazed at him sombrely. "Will you not describe that passage?" Maskull answered slowly and thoughtfully. "When I was in Matterplay, I saw heavy clouds discharge themselves and change to coloured, living animals.
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