himself. "Now I will go on. But where must I sleep tonight?"

"You will reach a broad river. On that you can travel to the foot of
the Marest tomorrow; but tonight you had better sleep where the
forest and river meet."

"Adieu, then, Panawe! But do you wish to say anything more to me?"

"Only this, Maskull--wherever you go, help to make the world
beautiful, and not ugly."

"That's more than any of us can undertake. I am a simple man, and
have no ambitions in the way of beautifying life--But tell Joiwind I
will try to keep myself pure."

They parted rather coldly. Maskull stood erect where they had
stopped, and watched Panawe out of sight. He sighed more than once.

He became aware that something was about to happen. The air was
breathless. The late-afternoon sunshine, unobstructed, wrapped his
frame in voluptuous heat. A solitary cloud, immensely high, raced
through the sky overhead.

A single trumpet note sounded in the far distance from somewhere
behind him. It gave him an impression of being several miles away at
first; but then it slowly swelled, and came nearer and nearer at the
same time that it increased in volume. Still the same note sounded,
but now it was as if blown by a giant trumpeter immediately over his
head. Then it gradually diminished in force, and travelled away in
front of him. It ended very faintly and distantly.