Contents ( 26)
- TALES OF THE THE DYING EARTH
- Table of Contents
- The Dying Earth
- The Dying Earth
- 1. TURJAN OF MIIR
- 2. MAZIRIAN THE MAGICIAN
- 3. T'SAIS
- 4. LIANE THE WAYFARER
- 5. ULAN DHOR
- 6. GUYAL OF SFERE
- The Eyes of the Overworld
- Cugels Saga
- Cugels Saga
- CHAPTER I FROM SHANGLESTONE STRAND TO SASKERVOY
- CHAPTER II FROM SASKERVOY TO TUSTVOLD MUD-FLATS
- CHAPTER III FROM TUSTVOLD TO PORT PERDUSZ
- CHAPTER IV FROM PORT PERDUSZ TO KASPARA VITATUS
- CHAPTER V FROM KASPARA VITATUS TO CUIRNIF
- CHAPTER VI FROM CUIRNIF TO PERGOLO
- Rhialto the Marvellous
- Rhilato the Marvellous
- Foreword
- 1 The Murthe
- 2 Fader's Waft
- 3 Morreion
- Footnotes
The shadow of a sigh penetrated the wall.
"I am a magician indeed, with knowledge of every spell yet devised, the sleight of runes, incantations, designs, exorcisms, talismans. I am Master Mathematician, the first since Phandaal, yet I can do nothing to your brain without destroying your intelligence, your personality, your soul—for I am no god. A god may will things to existence; I must rely on magic, the spells which vibrate and twist space."
Hope faded from T'sais' eyes. "I wish to go to Earth," she said presently. "The sky of Earth is a steady blue, and a red sun moves over the horizons. I tire of Embelyon where there is no voice but yours."
"Earth," mused Pandelume. "A dim place, ancient beyond knowledge.
Once it was a tall world of cloudy mountains and bright rivers, and the sun was a white blazing ball. Ages of rain and wind have beaten and rounded the granite, and the sun is feeble and red. The continents have sunk and risen. A million cities have lifted towers, have fallen to dust. In place of the old peoples a few thousand strange souls live. There is evil on Earth, evil distilled by time. . . . Earth is dying and in its twilight..." he paused.
T'sais said doubtfully: "Yet I have heard Earth is a place of beauty, and I would know beauty, even though I die."
"How will you know beauty when you see it?"
"All human beings know beauty . . . Am I not human?"
"Of course."
"Then I will find beauty, and perhaps even—" T'sais faltered over the word, so alien was it to her mind, yet so full of disturbing implication.
Pandelume was silent. At last:
"You shall go if you wish. I will aid you as I may. I will give you runes to ward you from magic; I will strike life into your sword; and I will give you advice, which is this: Beware of men, for men loot beauty to sate their lust. Permit intimacy to none ... I will give you a bag of jewels, which are riches on Earth. With these you may attain much. Yet, again, show them nowhere, for certain men will slay for a copper bit."
A heavy silence came, a weight was gone from the air.
"Pandelume," called T'sais softly. There was no reply.
After a moment Pandelume returned, and the sense of his presence reached to her mind.
"In a moment," he said, "you may enter this room."
T'sais waited a period; then, as she was bid, entered the next room.
"On the bench to the left," came Pandelume's voice, "you will find an amulet and a little sack of gems. Clasp this amulet upon your wrist; it will reflect magic intended evilly against him who utters the spell. This is a most powerful rune; guard it well."
T'sais obeyed, and tied the jewels inside her sash.
"Lay your sword upon this bench, stand upon the rune in the floor and close your eyes tightly. I must enter the room. I charge you, do not attempt to see me—for there are terrible consequences."