You can also see Alppain from it."
"That's a sight I mean to see before I have finished.""Do you, Maskull?" She turned around and put her hand on his wrist.
"Stay with me, and one day we'll go to Disscourn together."He grunted unintelligibly.
There were no signs of human existence in the country under their feet. While Maskull was still grimly regarding it, a large tract of forest not far ahead, bearing many trees and rocks, suddenly subsided with an awful roar and crashed down into an invisible gulf. What was solid land one minute became a clean - cut chasm the next. He jumped violently up with the shock. "This is frightful."Oceaxe remained unmoved.
"Why, life here must be absolutely impossible," he went on, when he had somewhat recovered himself. "A man would need nerves of steel..
.. Is there no means at all of foreseeing a catastrophe like this?""Oh, I suppose we wouldn't be alive if there weren't," replied Oceaxe, with composure. "We are more or less clever at it - but that doesn't prevent our often getting caught.""You had better teach me the signs."
"We'll have many things to go over together. And among them, Iexpect, will be whether we are to stay in the land at all.... But first let us get home.""How far is it now?"
"It is right in front of you," said Oceaxe, pointing with her forefinger. "You can see it."He followed the direction of the finger and, after a few questions, made out the spot she was indicating. It was a broad peninsula, about two miles distant. Three of its sides rose sheer out of a lake of air, the bottom of which was invisible; its fourth was a bottleneck, joining it to the mainland. It was overgrown with bright vegetation, distinct in the brilliant atmosphere. A single tall tree, shooting up in the middle of the peninsula, dwarfed everything else; it was wide and shady with sea - green leaves.
"I won der if Crimtyphon is there," remarked Oceaxe. "Can I see two figures, or am I mistaken?""I also see something," said Maskull.
In twenty minutes they were directly above the peninsula, at a height of about fifty feet. The shrowk slackened speed, and came to earth on the mainland, exactly at the gateway of the isthmus. They both descended - Maskull with aching thighs.
"What shall we do with the monster?" asked Oceaxe. Without waiting for a suggestion, she patted its hideous face with her hand. "Fly away home! I may want you some other time."It gave a stupid grunt, elevated itself on its legs again, and, after half running, half flying for a few yards, rose awkwardly into the air, and paddled away in the same direction from which they had come.
They watched it out of sight, and then Oceaxe started to cross the neck of land, followed by Maskull.
Branchspell's white rays beat down on them with pitiless force. The sky had by degrees become cloudless, and the wind had dropped entirely. The ground was a rich riot of vividly coloured ferns, shrubs, and grasses. Through these could be seen here and there the golden chalky soil - and occasionally a glittering, white metallic boulder. Everything looked extraordinary and barbaric. Maskull was at last walking in the weird Ifdawn Marest which had created such strange feelings in him when seen from a distance.... And now he felt no wonder or curiosity at all, but only desired to meet human beings - so intense had grown his will. He longed to test his powers on his fellow creatures, and nothing else seemed of the least importance to him.
On the peninsula all was coolness and delicate shade. It resembled a large copse, about two acres in extent. In the heart of the tangle of small trees and undergrowth was a partially cleared space -perhaps the roots of the giant tree growing in the centre had killed off the smaller fry all around it. By the side of the tree sparkled a little, bubbling fountain, whose water was iron - red. The precipices on all sides, overhung with thorns, flowers, and creepers, invested the enclosure with an air of wild and charming seclusion - a mythological mountain god might have dwelt here.
Maskull's restless eye left everything, to fall on the two men who formed the centre of the picture.
