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When Taee and I found ourselves alone on the broad road that lay between / the city and the chasm through which I had descended into this region / beneath the light of the stars and sun, I said under my breath, "Child / and friend, there is a look in your father's face which appals me. I / feel as if, in its awful tranquillity, I gazed upon death."
Taee did not immediately reply. He seemed agitated, and as if debating / with himself by what words to soften some unwelcome intelligence. At / last he said, "None of the Vril-ya fear death: do you?"