IN THE STREET
The three men gathered in the street outside the house. The night was slightly frosty, but particularly clear, with an east wind blowing. The multitude of blazing stars caused the sky to appear like a vast scroll of hieroglyphic symbols. Maskull felt oddly excited; he had a sense that something extraordinary was about to happen "What brought you to this house tonight, Krag, and what made you do what you did? How are we understand that apparition?""That must have been Crystalman's expression on face," muttered Nightspore.
"We have discussed that, haven't we, Maskull? Maskull is anxious to behold that rare fruit in its native wilds."Maskull looked at Krag carefully, trying to analyse his own feelings toward him. He was distinctly repelled by the man's personality, yet side by side with this aversion a savage, living energy seemed to spring up in his heart that in some strange fashion was attributable to Krag.
"Why do you insist on this simile?" he asked.
"Because it is apropos. Nightspore's quite right. That was Crystalman's face, and we are going to Crystalman's country.""And where is this mysterious country?"
"Tormance."
"That's a quaint name. But where is it?"Krag grinned, showing his yellow teeth in the light of the street lamp.
"It is the residential suburb of Arcturus.""What is he talking about, Nightspore? .. . Do you mean the star of that name?" he went on, to Krag.
"Which you have in front of you at this very minute" said Krag, pointing a thick finger toward the brightest star in the south-eastern sky. "There you see Arcturus, and Tormance is its one inhabited planet."Maskull looked at the heavy, gleaning star, and again at Krag. Then he pulled out a pipe, and began to fill it.
"You must have cultivated a new form of humour, Krag.
"I am glad if I can amuse you, Maskull, if only for a few days.""I meant tor ask you - how do you know my name?""It would be odd if I didn't, seeing that I only came here on your account. As a matter of fact, Nightspore and I are old friends."Maskull paused with his suspended match. "You came here on my account?""Surely. On your account and Nightspore's. We three are to be fellow travellers."Maskull now lit his pipe and puffed away coolly for a few moments.
"I'm sorry, Krag, but I must assume you are mad."Krag threw his head back, and gave a scraping laugh. "Am I mad, Nightspore?""Has Surtur gone to Tormance?" ejaculated Nightspore in a strangled voice, fixing his eyes on Krag's face.
"Yes, and he requires that we follow him at once."Maskull's heart began to beat strangely. It all sounded to him like a dream conversation.
"And since how long, Krag, have I been required to do things by a total stranger.... Besides, who is this individual?""Krag's chief," said Nightspore, turning his head away.
"The riddle is too elaborate for me. I give up.""You are looking for mysteries," said Krag, "so naturally you are finding them. Try and simplify your ideas, my friend. The affair is plain and serious."Maskull stared hard at him and smoked rapidly.
"Where have you come from now?" demanded Nightspore suddenly.
"From the old observatory at Starkness.... Have you heard of the famous Starkness Observatory, Maskull?""No. Where is it?"
"On the north-east coast of Scotland. Curious discoveries are made there from time to time.""As, for example, how to make voyages to the stars. So this Surtur turns out to be an astronomer. And you too, presumably?"Krag grinned again. "How long will it take you to wind up your affairs? When can you be ready to start?""You are too considerate," said Maskull, laughing outright. "I was beginning to fear that I would be hauled away at once.. .. However, Ihave neither wife, land, nor profession, so there's nothing to wait for.... What is the itinerary?""You are a fortunate man. A bold, daring heart, and no encumbrances." Krag's features became suddenly grave and rigid.
"Don't be a fool, and refuse a gift of luck. A gift declined is not offered a second time.""Krag," replied Maskull simply, returning his pipe to his pocket. "Iask you to put yourself in my place. Even if were a man sick for adventures, how could I listen seriously to such an insane proposition as this? What do I know about you, or your past record?
