to which there were 2,000 workers in various trades. The

"I have a feeling," said Maskull, "that we shall not only get there tonight, but that tonight will be the most important in my life."

And he sat down passively to rest.

While Maskull sat, Corpang walked restlessly to and fro, swinging his arms. He had lost his staff. His face was inflamed with suppressed impatience, which accentuated its natural coarseness. At last he stopped short in front of Maskull and looked down at him. "What do you intend to do?"

Maskull glanced up and idly waved his hand toward the distant mountains. "Since we can't walk, we must wait."

"I don't know ... How's this, though? Those peaks have changed colour, from red to green."

"Yes, the lich wind is travelling this way."

"It's the atmosphere of Lichstorm. It always clings to the mountains, but when the wind blows from the north it comes as far as Threal."

"A peculiar sort, for they say it excites the sexual passions."