Immediately afterward the bottom of the lake subsided.  Its waters fell through, and his instrument was broken.

The Muspel-light vanished.  The moon shone out again, but Maskull could not see it.  After that unearthly shining, he seemed to himself to be in total blackness.  The screaming wind ceased; there was a dead silence.  His thoughts finished flowing toward the lake, and his foot no longer touched water, but hung in space.

He was too stunned by the suddenness of the change to either think or feel.  While he was still lying dazed, a vast explosion occurred in the newly opened depths beneath the lakebed.  The water in its descent had met fire.  Maskull was lifted bodily in the air, many yards high, and came down heavily.  He lost consciousness....

When he came to his senses again, he saw everything.  Teargeld was gleaming brilliantly.  He was lying by the side of the old lake, but it was now a crater, to the bottom of which his eyes could not penetrate.  The hills encircling it were torn, as if by heavy gunfire.  A few thunderclouds were floating in the air at no great height, from which branched lightning descended to the earth incessantly, accompanied by alarming and singular crashes.

He got on his legs, and tested his actions.  Finding that he was uninjured, he first of all viewed the crater at closer quarters, and then started to walk painfully toward the northern shore.

When he had attained the crest above the lake, the landscape sloped gently down for two miles to the sea.  Everywhere he passed through traces of his rough work.  The country was carved into scarps, grooves, channels, and craters.  He arrived at the line of low cliffs overlooking the beach, and found that these also were partly broken down by landslips.  He got down onto the sand and stood looking over the moonlit, agitated sea, wondering how he could contrive to escape from this island of failure.

Then he saw Earthrid’s body, lying quite close to him.  It was on its back.  Both legs had been violently torn off and he could not see them anywhere.  Earthrid’s teeth were buried in the flesh of his right forearm, indicating that the man had died in unreasoning physical agony.  The skin gleamed green in the moonlight, but it was stained by darker discolourations, which were wounds.  The sand about him was dyed by the pool of blood which had long since filtered through.

Maskull left the corpse in dismay, and walked a long way along the sweet-smelling shore.  Sitting down on a rock, he waited for daybreak.

Chapter 16

LEEHALLFAE

At midnight, when Teargeld was in the south, throwing his shadow straight toward the sea and making everything nearly as bright as day, he saw a great tree floating in the water, not far out.  It was thirty feet out of the water, upright, and alive, and its roots must have been enormously deep and wide.  It was drifting along the coast, through the heavy seas.  Maskull eyed it incuriously for a few minutes.  Then it dawned on him that it might be a good thing to investigate its nature.  Without stopping to weigh the danger, he immediately swam out, caught hold of the lowest branch, and swung himself up.