A Voyage to Arcturus [94]
some moments before he dared to look down behind him.
At first he could not distinguish Leehallfae. Then he caught sight of legs and hindquarters a few feet up the cliff from the bottom. He perceived that the phaen had aer head in a cavity and was scrutinising something, and waited for aer to reappear.
Ae emerged, looked up to Maskull, and called out in aer hornlike voice, "The entrance is here!"
"I'm coming down!" roared Maskull. "Wait for me!"
He descended swiftly - without taking too much care, for he thought he recognised his "luck" in this discovery - and within twenty minutes was standing beside the phaen.
"What happened?"
"The rock you dislodged struck this other rock just above the spring. It tore it out of its bed. See - now there's room for us to get in!"
"Don't get excited!" said Maskull. "It's a remarkable accident, but we have plenty of time. Let me look."
He peered into the hole, which was large enough to admit a big man without stooping. Contrasted with the daylight outside it was dark, yet a peculiar glow pervaded the place, and he could see well enough. A rock tunnel went straight forward into the bowels of the hill, out of sight. The valley brook did not flow along the floor of this tunnel, as he had expected, but came up as a spring just inside the entrance.
"Well Leehallfae, not much need to deliberate, eh? Still, observe that your stream parts company with us here."
As he turned around for an answer he noticed that his companion was trembling from head to foot.
"Why, what's the matter?"
Leehallfae pressed a hand to aer heart. "The stream leaves us, but what makes the stream what it is continues with us. Faceny is there."
"But surely you don't expect to see him in person? Why are you shaking?"
"Perhaps it will be too much for me after all."
"Why? How is it affecting you?"
The phaen took him by the shoulder and held him at arm's length, endeavouring to study him with aer unsteady eyes. "Faceny's thoughts are obscure. I am his lover, you are a lover of women, yet he grants to you what he denies to me."
"What does he grant to me?"
"To see him, and go on living. I shall die. But it's immaterial. Tomorrow both of us will be dead."
Maskull impatiently shook himself free. "Your sensations may be reliable in your own case, but how do you know I shall die?"
"Life is flaming up inside you," replied Leehallfae, shaking aer head. "But after it has reached its climax - perhaps tonight - it will sink rapidly and you'll die tomorrow. As for me, if I enter Threal I shan't come out again. A smell of death is being wafted to me out of this hole."
"You talk like a frightened man. I smell nothing."
"I am not frightened," said Leehallfae quietly - ae had been gradually recovering aer tranquillity - "but when one has lived as long as I have, it is a serious matter to die. Every year one puts out new roots."
"Decide what you're going to do," said Maskull with a touch of contempt, "for I'm going in at once."
The phaen gave an odd, meditative stare down the ravine, and after that walked into the cavern without another word. Maskull, scratching his head, followed close at aer heels.
The moment they stepped across the bubbling spring, the atmosphere altered. Without becoming stale or unpleasant, it grew cold, clear and refined, and somehow suggested austere and tomblike thoughts. The daylight disappeared at the first bend in the tunnel. After that, Maskull could not say where the light came from. The air itself must have been luminous, for though it was as light as full moon on Earth, neither he nor Leehallfae cast a shadow. Another peculiarity of the light was that both the walls of the tunnel and their own bodies appeared colourless. Everything was black and white, like a lunar landscape. This intensified the solemn, funereal feelings created by the atmosphere.
After they had proceeded for about ten minutes, the tunnel began to widen out. The roof was high above their heads, and six men could have walked side by side. Leehallfae
At first he could not distinguish Leehallfae. Then he caught sight of legs and hindquarters a few feet up the cliff from the bottom. He perceived that the phaen had aer head in a cavity and was scrutinising something, and waited for aer to reappear.
Ae emerged, looked up to Maskull, and called out in aer hornlike voice, "The entrance is here!"
"I'm coming down!" roared Maskull. "Wait for me!"
He descended swiftly - without taking too much care, for he thought he recognised his "luck" in this discovery - and within twenty minutes was standing beside the phaen.
"What happened?"
"The rock you dislodged struck this other rock just above the spring. It tore it out of its bed. See - now there's room for us to get in!"
"Don't get excited!" said Maskull. "It's a remarkable accident, but we have plenty of time. Let me look."
He peered into the hole, which was large enough to admit a big man without stooping. Contrasted with the daylight outside it was dark, yet a peculiar glow pervaded the place, and he could see well enough. A rock tunnel went straight forward into the bowels of the hill, out of sight. The valley brook did not flow along the floor of this tunnel, as he had expected, but came up as a spring just inside the entrance.
"Well Leehallfae, not much need to deliberate, eh? Still, observe that your stream parts company with us here."
As he turned around for an answer he noticed that his companion was trembling from head to foot.
"Why, what's the matter?"
Leehallfae pressed a hand to aer heart. "The stream leaves us, but what makes the stream what it is continues with us. Faceny is there."
"But surely you don't expect to see him in person? Why are you shaking?"
"Perhaps it will be too much for me after all."
"Why? How is it affecting you?"
The phaen took him by the shoulder and held him at arm's length, endeavouring to study him with aer unsteady eyes. "Faceny's thoughts are obscure. I am his lover, you are a lover of women, yet he grants to you what he denies to me."
"What does he grant to me?"
"To see him, and go on living. I shall die. But it's immaterial. Tomorrow both of us will be dead."
Maskull impatiently shook himself free. "Your sensations may be reliable in your own case, but how do you know I shall die?"
"Life is flaming up inside you," replied Leehallfae, shaking aer head. "But after it has reached its climax - perhaps tonight - it will sink rapidly and you'll die tomorrow. As for me, if I enter Threal I shan't come out again. A smell of death is being wafted to me out of this hole."
"You talk like a frightened man. I smell nothing."
"I am not frightened," said Leehallfae quietly - ae had been gradually recovering aer tranquillity - "but when one has lived as long as I have, it is a serious matter to die. Every year one puts out new roots."
"Decide what you're going to do," said Maskull with a touch of contempt, "for I'm going in at once."
The phaen gave an odd, meditative stare down the ravine, and after that walked into the cavern without another word. Maskull, scratching his head, followed close at aer heels.
The moment they stepped across the bubbling spring, the atmosphere altered. Without becoming stale or unpleasant, it grew cold, clear and refined, and somehow suggested austere and tomblike thoughts. The daylight disappeared at the first bend in the tunnel. After that, Maskull could not say where the light came from. The air itself must have been luminous, for though it was as light as full moon on Earth, neither he nor Leehallfae cast a shadow. Another peculiarity of the light was that both the walls of the tunnel and their own bodies appeared colourless. Everything was black and white, like a lunar landscape. This intensified the solemn, funereal feelings created by the atmosphere.
After they had proceeded for about ten minutes, the tunnel began to widen out. The roof was high above their heads, and six men could have walked side by side. Leehallfae