A Voyage to Arcturus eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 355 pages of information about A Voyage to Arcturus.

A Voyage to Arcturus eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 355 pages of information about A Voyage to Arcturus.

When they came closer, Maskull perceived that this water column was the continuation and termination of a flowing brook, which came down from the direction of the mountains.  The explanation of the phenomenon was evidently that the water at this spot found chemical affinities in the upper air, and consequently forsook the ground.

“Now let us drink,” said Joiwind.

She threw herself unaffectedly at full length on the sand, face downward, by the side of the brook, and Maskull was not long in following her example.  She refused to quench her thirst until she had seen him drink.  He found the water heavy, but bubbling with gas.  He drank copiously.  It affected his palate in a new way—­with the purity and cleanness of water was combined the exhilaration of a sparkling wine, raising his spirits—­but somehow the intoxication brought out his better nature, and not his lower.

“We call it ’gnawl water’,” said Joiwind.  “This is not quite pure, as you can see by the colour.  At Poolingdred it is crystal clear.  But we would be ungrateful if we complained.  After this you’ll find we’ll get along much better.”

Maskull now began to realise his environment, as it were for the first time.  All his sense organs started to show him beauties and wonders that he had not hitherto suspected.  The uniform glaring scarlet of the sands became separated into a score of clearly distinguished shades of red.  The sky was similarly split up into different blues.  The radiant heat of Branchspell he found to affect every part of his body with unequal intensities.  His ears awakened; the atmosphere was full of murmurs, the sands hummed, even the sun’s rays had a sound of their own—­a kind of faint Aeolian harp.  Subtle, puzzling perfumes assailed his nostrils.  His palate lingered over the memory of the gnawl water.  All the pores of his skin were tickled and soothed by hitherto unperceived currents of air.  His poigns explored actively the inward nature of everything in his immediate vicinity.  His magn touched Joiwind, and drew from her person a stream of love and joy.  And lastly by means of his breve he exchanged thoughts with her in silence.  This mighty sense symphony stirred him to the depths, and throughout the walk of that endless morning he felt no more fatigue.

When it was drawing near to Blodsombre, they approached the sedgy margin of a dark green lake, which lay underneath Poolingdred.

Panawe was sitting on a dark rock, waiting for them.

Chapter 7

PANAWE

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