“Hum—I may as well go in.”
But as he went in, the hinge of the door creaked, and then a strange, deep sound was heard inside the house, and it began to shake.
At the same moment, the master of the house came in and said:
“Have you had nothing to eat yet?”
Makíte said: “I will eat nothing until I know what are those things which look like candles, there in front of the window.”
Then the lone-dweller said:
“That is no concern of one who is not himself a lone-dweller. Therefore he cannot tell you.”
But then Makíte said: “If you do not tell me, I will kill you.”
And then at last he told.
“It may be you have seen to-day the great hills away in the blue to the south; if you go up to the top of the nearer hill, you will find nothing there, but he who climbs that one which lies farther away, and reaches the top, he will find such things there. But this cannot be done by one who is not a lone-dweller.”