Sarclash was a mighty mountain mass in the shape of a horseshoe. Its
two ends pointed west, and were separated from each other by a mile
or more of empty space. The northern end became the ridge on which
they stood. The southern end was the long line of cliffs on that
part of the mountain where Haunte's cave was situated. The
connecting curve was the steep slope they had just traversed. One
peak of Sarclash was invisible.

In the south-west many mountains raised their heads. In addition, a
few summits, which must have been of extraordinary height, appeared
over the south side of the horseshoe.

Maskull turned round to put a question to Sullenbode, but when he saw
her for the first time in moonlight the words he had framed died on
his lips. The gashlike mouth no longer dominated her other features,
and the face, pale as ivory and most femininely shaped, suddenly
became almost beautiful. The lips were a long, womanish curve of
rose-red. Her hair was a dark maroon. Maskull was greatly
disturbed; he thought that she resembled a spirit, rather than a
woman.

"What puzzles you?" she asked, smiling.

"Nothing. But I would like to see you by sunlight."

"Perhaps you never will."

"Your life must be most solitary."

She explored his features with her black, slow-gleaming eyes. "Why