Life on other planets -- Fiction; Psychological fiction; Quests (Expeditions) -- Fiction; Science fiction
“Now go to sleep,” said Polecrab. “When the time comes, I will take you
across myself.”
He lay down again, and closed his eyes. Maskull followed his example;
but Gleameil remained sitting erect, with her legs under her.
“Who was that other woman, Maskull?” she asked presently.
He did not answer, but pretended to sleep.
Chapter 15. SWAYLONE’S ISLAND
When he awoke, the day was not so bright, and he guessed it was late
afternoon. Polecrab and his wife were both on their feet, and another
meal of fish had been cooked and was waiting for him.
“Is it decided who is to go with me?” he asked, before sitting down.
“I go,” said Gleameil.
“Do you agree, Polecrab?”
The fisherman growled a little in his throat and motioned to the others
to take their seats. He took a mouthful before answering.
“Something strong is attracting her, and I can’t hold her back. I don’t
think I shall see you again, wife, but the lads are now nearly old
enough to fend for themselves.”
“Don’t take dejected views,” replied Gleameil sternly. She was not
eating. “I shall come back, and make amends to you. It’s only for a
night.”
Maskull gazed from one to the other in perplexity. “Let me go alone. I
would be sorry if anything happened.”
Gleameil shook her head.
“Don’t regard this as a woman’s caprice,” she said. “Even if you hadn’t
passed this way, I would have heard that music soon. I have a hunger for
it.”
“Haven’t you any such feeling, Polecrab?”
“No. A woman is a noble and sensitive creature, and there are
attractions in nature too subtle for males. Take her with you, since she
is set on it. Maybe she’s right. Perhaps Earthrid’s music will answer
your questions, and hers too.”
“What are your questions, Gleameil?”
The woman shed a strange smile. “You may be sure that a question which
requires music for an answer can’t be put into words.”
“If you are not back by the morning,” remarked her husband, “I will know
you are dead.”
The meal was finished in a constrained silence. Polecrab wiped his
mouth, and produced a seashell from a kind of pocket.
“Will you say goodbye to the boys? Shall I call them?” She considered a
moment.
“Yes—yes, I must see them.”
He put the shell to his mouth, and blew; a loud, mournful noise passed
through the air.
A few minutes later there was a sound of scurrying footsteps, and the
boys were seen emerging from the forest. Maskull looked with curiosity
at the first children he had seen on Tormance. The oldest boy was
carrying the youngest on his back, while the third trotted some distance
behind. The child was let down, and all the three formed a semicircle in
front of Maskull, standing staring up at him with wide-open eyes.
Polecrab looked on stolidly, but Gleameil glanced away from them, with
proudly raised head and a baffling expression.
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