“To hear voices perhaps can’t be made a profession,” replied Maskull. “I have a simple and unoccupied mind—that may be why I sometimes hear things that up to the present you have not been able to.”
Corpang darkened, and kept silent; and then Maskull saw through to his pride.
The ledge presently began to rise. They were high above the platform on the opposite side of the gulf. The road then curved sharply to the right, and they passed over the abyss and the other ledge as by a bridge, coming out upon the top of the opposite cliffs. A new line of precipices immediately confronted them. They followed the drumming along the base of these heights, but as they were passing the mouth of a large cave the sound came from its recesses, and they turned their steps inward.
“This leads to the outer world,” remarked Corpang. “I’ve occasionally been there by this passage.”
“Then that’s where it is taking us, no doubt. I confess I shan’t be sorry to see sunlight once more.”
“Can you find time to think of sunlight?” asked Corpang with a rough smile.
“I love the sun, and perhaps I’m rather lacking in the spirit of a zealot.”
“Yet, for all that, you may get there before me.”
“Don’t be bitter,” said Maskull. “I’ll tell you another thing. Muspel can’t be willed, for the simple reason that Muspel does not concern the will. To will is a property of this world.”
“Then what is your journey for?”