Maskull rubbed his nose doubtfully. “If the sexes hate one another in your land, is it because passion is weaker, or stronger?”
“In other parts of the world there is soft passion, but in Lichstorm there is hard passion.”
“But what do you call hard passion?”
“Where men are called to women by pain, and not pleasure.”
“I intend to understand, before I’ve finished.”
“Yes,” answered Haunte, with a taunting look, “it would be a pity to let the chance slip, since you’re going to Lichstorm.”
It was now Corpang’s turn to take Maskull by the arm. “This journey will end badly.”
“Why so?”
“Your goal was Muspel a short while ago; now it is women.”
“Let me alone,” said Maskull. “Give luck a slack rein. What brought this boat here?”