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."