“Was that music in the nature of a temptation—do you wish me not to go on?”
“Your work lies before you, and not behind you.”
“What was it, then? What work do you allude to?”
“It must have seemed like something to you, Maskull.”
“It seemed like Shaping music to me.”
The instant he had absently uttered these words, Maskull wondered why he had done so, as they now appeared meaningless to him.
Panawe, however, showed no surprise. “Shaping you will find everywhere.”
“Am I dreaming, or awake?”
“You are awake.”
Maskull fell into deep thought. “So be it,” he said, rousing himself. “Now I will go on. But where must I sleep tonight?”