Barey, is it not?"

"Yes."

"And then the Ocean. But what is the name of that Ocean?"

"That is told only to those who die beside it."

"Is the secret so precious, Corpang?"

Branchspell was nearing the horizon in the west; there were more than
two hours of daylight remaining. The air all around them became
murky. It was a thin mist, neither damp nor cold. The Lichstorm
Range now appeared only as a blur on the sky. The air was electric
and tingling, and was exciting in its effect. Maskull felt a sort of
emotional inflammation, as though a very slight external cause would
serve to overturn his self-control. Corpang stood silent with a
mouth like iron.

Maskull kept looking toward a high pile of rocks in the vicinity.

"That seems to me a good watchtower. Perhaps we shall see something
from the top."

Without waiting for his companion's opinion, he began to scramble up
the tower, and in a few minutes was standing on the summit. Corpang
joined him.

From their viewpoint they saw the whole countryside sloping down to
the sea, which appeared as a mere flash of far-off, glittering water.