SULLENBODE
Sullenbode's naked skin glowed softly through the darkness, but the clothed part of her person was invisible. Maskull watched her senseless, smiling face, and shivered. Strange feelings ran through his body.
Corpang spoke out of the night. "She looks like an evil spirit filled with deadliness.""It was like deliberately kissing lightning.""Haunte was insane with passion."
"So am I," said Maskull quietly. "My body seems full of rocks, all grinding against one another.""This is what I was afraid of."
"It appears I shall have to kiss her too."Corpang pulled his arm. "Have you lost all manliness?"But Maskull impatiently shook himself free. He plucked nervously at his beard, and stared at Sullenbode. His lips kept twitching. After this had gone on for a few minutes, he stepped forward, bent over the woman, and lifted her bodily in his arms. Setting her upright against the rugged tree trunk, he kissed her.
A cold, knifelike shock passed down his frame. He thought that it was death, and lost consciousness.
When his sense returned, Sullenbode was holding him by the shoulder with one hand at arm's length, searching his face with gloomy eyes.
At first he failed to recognise her; it was not the woman he had kissed, but another. Then he gradually realised that her face was identical with that which Haunte's action had called into existence.
A great calmness came upon him; his bad sensations had disappeared.
Sullenbode was transformed into a living soul. Her skin was firm, her features were strong, her eyes gleamed with the consciousness of power. She was tall and slight, but slow in all her gestures and movements. Her face was not beautiful. It was long, and palely lighted, while the mouth crossed the lower half like a gash of fire.
The lips were as voluptuous as before. Her brows were heavy. There was nothing vulgar in her - she looked the kingliest of all women.
She appeared not more than twenty-five.
Growing tired, apparently, of his scrutiny, she pushed him a little way and allowed her arm to drop, at the same time curving her mouth into a long, bowlike smile. "Whom have I to thank for this gift of life?"Her voice was rich, slow, and odd. Maskull felt himself in a dream.
"My name is Maskull."
She motioned to him to come a step nearer. "Listen, Maskull. Man after man has drawn me into the world, but they could not keep me there, for I did not wish it. But now you have drawn me into it for all time, for good or evil."Maskull stretched a hand toward the now invisible corpse, and said quietly, "What have you to say about him?""Who was it?"
"Haunte."
"So that was Haunte. The news will travel far and wide. He was a famous man.""It's a horrible affair. I can't think that you killed him deliberately.""We women are endowed with terrible power, but it is our only protection. We do not want these visits; we loathe them.""I might have died, too."
"You came together?"
"There were three of us. Corpang still stands over there.""I see a faintly glimmering form. What do you want of me, Corpang?""Nothing."
"Then go away, and leave me with Maskull.""No need, Corpang. I am coming with you.""This is not that pleasure, then?" demanded the low, earnest voice, out of the darkness.
"No, that pleasure has not returned."
Sullenbode gripped his arm hard. "What pleasure are you speaking of?""A presentiment of love, which I felt not long ago.""But what do you feel now?"
"Calm and free."
Sullenbode's face seemed like a pallid mask, hiding a slow, swelling sea of elemental passions. "I do not know how it will end, Maskull, but we will still keep together a little. Where are you going?""To Adage," said Corpang, stepping forward.
"But why?"
"We are following the steps of Lodd, who went there years ago, to find Muspel-light.""It's the light of another world."
"The quest is grand. But cannot women see that light?""On one condition," said Corpang. "They must forget their ***.
Womanhood and love belong to life, while Muspel is above life.""I give you all other men," said Sullenbode. "Maskull is mine.""No. I am not here to help Maskull to a lover but to remind him of the existence of nobler things.""You are a good man. But you two alone will never strike the road to Adage.""Are you acquainted with it?"
Again the woman gripped Maskull's arm. "What is love - which Corpang despises?"Maskull looked at her attentively. Sullenbode went on, "Love is that which is perfectly willing to disappear and become nothing, for the sake of the beloved."Corpang wrinkled his forehead. "A magnanimous female lover is new in my experience."Maskull put him aside with his hand, and said to Sullenbode, "Are you contemplating a sacrifice?"She gazed at her feet, and smiled. "'What does it matter what my thoughts are? Tell me, are you starting at once, or do you mean to rest first? It's a rough road to Adage.""What's in your mind?" demanded Maskull.
"I will guide you a little. When we reach the ridge between Sarclash and Adage, perhaps I shall turn back.""And then?"
"Then if the moon shines perhaps you will arrive before daybreak, but if it is dark it's hardly likely.""That's not what I meant. What will become of you after we have parted company?""I shall return somewhere - perhaps here."Maskull went close up to her, in order to study her face better.
"Shall you sink back into - the old state?""No, Maskull, thank heaven."
"Then how will you live?"
Sullenbode calmly removed the hand which he had placed on her arm.
There was a sort of swirling flame in her eyes. "And who said Iwould go on living?"
Maskull blinked at her in bewilderment. A few moments passed before he spoke again. "You women are a sacrificing lot. You know I can't leave you like this."Their eyes met. Neither withdrew them, and neither felt embarrassed.
