ness. Yellow is relation. In
yellow light we see the relation of objects in the clearest way. Red
is feeling. When we see red, we are thrown back on our personal
feelings.... As regards the Alppain colours, blue stands in the middle
and is therefore not existence, but relation. Ulfire is existence; so it
must be a different sort of existence."

Haunte yawned. "There are marvellous philosophers in your underground
hole."

Maskull got up and looked about him.

"Where does that other door lead to?"

"Better explore," said Haunte.

Maskull took him at his word, and strolled across the cave, flinging the
curtain aside and disappearing into the night. Haunte rose abruptly and
hurried after him.

Corpang too got to his feet. He went over to the untouched spirit skins,
untied the necks, and allowed the contents to gush out on to the floor.
Next he took the hunting spears, and snapped off the points between
his hands. Before he had time to resume his seat, Haunte and Maskull
reappeared. The host's quick, shifty eyes at once took in what had
happened. He smiled, and turned pale.

"You haven't been idle, friend."

Corpang fixed Haunte with his bold, heavy gaze. "I thought it well to
draw your teeth."

Maskull burst out laughing. "The toad's come into the light to some
purpose, Haunte. Who would have expected it?"

Haunte, after staring hard at Corpang for two or three minutes, suddenly
uttered a strange cry, like an evil spirit, and flung himself upon him.
The two men began to wrestle like wildcats. They were as often on the
floor as on their legs, and Maskull could not see who was getting the
better of it. He made no attempt to separate them. A thought came
into his head and, snatching up the two male stones, he ran with them,
laughing, through the upper doorway, into the open night air.

The door overlooked an abyss on another face of the mountain. A narrow
ledge, sprinkled with green snow, wound along the cliff to the right; it
was the only available path. He pitched the pebbles over the edge of the
chasm. Although hard and heavy in his hand, they sank more like feathers
than stones, and left a long trail of vapour behind. While Maskull was
still watching them disappear, Haunte came rushing out of the cavern,
followed by Corpang. He gripped Maskull's arm excitedly.

"What in Krag's name have you done?"

"Overboard they have gone," replied Maskull, renewing his laughter.

"You accursed madman!"

Haunte's lumi