morning he felt no more fatigue.

When it was drawing near to Blodsombre, they approached the sedgy
margin of a dark green lake, which lay underneath Poolingdred.

Panawe was sitting on a dark rock, waiting for them.



Chapter 7

PANAWE

The husband got up to meet his wife and their guest. He was clothed
in white. He had a beardless face, with breve and poigns. His skin,
on face and body alike, was so white, fresh, and soft, that it
scarcely looked skin at all--it rather resembled a new kind of pure,
snowy flesh, extending right down to his bones. It had nothing in
common with the artificially whitened skin of an over-civilised
woman. Its whiteness and delicacy aroused no voluptuous thoughts; it
was obviously the manifestation of a cold and almost cruel chastity
of nature. His hair, which fell to the nape of his neck, also was
white; but again, from vigour, not decay. His eyes were black, quiet
and fathomless. He was still a young man, but so stern were his
features that he had the appearance of a lawgiver, and this in spite
of their great beauty and harmony.

His magn and Joiwind's intertwined for a single moment and Maskull
saw his face soften with love, while she looked exultant. She put
him in her husband's arms with gentle force, and stood back, gazing