“We are told that we shall live again.”

“Yes, Maskull?”

“Perhaps in Muspel,” he added thoughtfully.

“What kind of life will that be?”

“Surely we shall meet again.  Love is too wonderful and mysterious a thing to remain uncompleted.”

She gave a slight shiver, and turned away from him.  “This dream is untrue.  Love is completed here.”

“How can that be, when sooner or later it is brutally interrupted by Fate?”

“It is completed by anguish....  Oh, why must it always be enjoyment for us?  Can’t we suffer—­can’t we go on suffering, forever and ever?  Maskull, until love crushes our spirit, finally and without remedy, we don’t begin to feel ourselves.”

Maskull gazed at her with a troubled expression.  “Can the memory of love be worth more than its presence and reality?”

“You don’t understand.  Those pangs are more precious than all the rest beside.”  She caught at him.  “Oh, if you could only see inside my mind, Maskull!  You would see strange things....  I can’t explain.  It is all confused, even to myself....  This love is quite different from what I thought.”

He sighed again.  “Love is a strong drink.  Perhaps it is too strong for human beings.  And I think that it overtures our reason in different ways.”

They remained sitting side by side, staring straight before them with unseeing eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” said Sullenbode at last, with a smile, getting up.  “Soon it will be ended, one way or another.  Come, let us be off!”

Maskull too got up.

“Where’s Corpang?” he asked listlessly.

They both looked across the ridge in the direction of Adage.  At the point where they stood it was nearly a mile wide.  It sloped perceptibly toward the southern edge, giving all the earth the appearance of a heavy list.  Toward the west the ground continued level for a thousand yards, but then a high, sloping, grassy hill went right across the ridge from side to side, like a vast billow on the verge of breaking.  It shut out all further view beyond.  The whole crest of this hill, from one end to the other, was crowned by a long row of enormous stone posts, shining brightly in the moonlight against a background of dark sky.  There were about thirty in all, and they were placed at such regular intervals that there was little doubt that they had been set there by human hands.  Some were perpendicular, but others dipped so much that an aspect of extreme antiquity was given to the entire colonnade.  Corpang was seen climbing the hill, not far from the top.

“He wishes to arrive,” said Maskull, watching the energetic ascent with a rather cynical smile.

“The heavens won’t open for Corpang,” returned Sullenbode.  “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?”