“And you—are you happy?”
He thought a while, and then replied—“No. No, I’m not happy. Love is not happiness.”
“What is it, Maskull?”
“Restlessness—unshed tears—thoughts too grand for our soul to think...”
“Yes,” said Sullenbode.
After a time she asked, “Why were we created, just to live for a few years and then disappear?”
“We are told that we shall live again.”
“Yes, Maskull?”
“Perhaps in Muspel,” he added thoughtfully.
“What kind of life will that be?”