A0.01 Out of the Silent Planet by C. S. Lewis

Author:C. S. Lewis
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Ransom, Fiction, Literary, General, Classic fiction (pre c 1945), Good and evil, Fantasy - General, Science Fiction, College teachers, Life on other planets, 1898-1963, Linguists, Philologists, Classics, Criticism, Lewis, C. S. (Clive Staples), Modern fiction, Fantasy, Science Fiction - General, Elwin (Fictitious character), Literature - Classics
ISBN: 9780743234900
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2003-03-04T08:00:00+00:00

XIV

UNTIL HE reached the wood Ransom found it difficult to think of anything except the possibility of another rifle bullet from Weston or Devine. He thought that they probably still wanted him alive rather than dead, and this, combined with the knowledge that a hross was watching him, enabled him to proceed with at least external composure. Even when he had entered the forest he felt himself in considerable danger. The long branchless stems made 'cover' only if you were very far away from the enemy; and the enemy in this case might be very close. He became aware of a strong impulse to shout out to Weston and Devine and give himself up; it rationalized itself in the form that this would remove them from the district, as they would probably take him off to the sorns and leave the hrossa unmolested. But Ransom knew a little psychology and had heard of the hunted man's irrational instinct to give himself up - indeed, he had felt it himself in dreams. It was some such trick, he thought, that his nerves were now playing him. In any case he was determined henceforward to obey the hrossa or eldila. His efforts to rely on his own judgment in Malacandra had so far ended tragically enough. He made a strong resolution, defying in advance all changes of mood, that he would faithfully carry out the journey to Meldilorn if it could be done.

This resolution seemed to him all the more certainly right because he had the deepest

misgivings about that journey. He understood that the harandra, which he had to cross, was the

home of the sorns. In fact he was walking of his own free will into the very trap that he had

been trying to avoid ever since his arrival on Malacandra. (Here the first change of mood tried

to raise its head. He thrust it down.) And even if he got through the sorns and reached

Meldilorn, who or what might Oyarsa be? Oyarsa, Whin had ominously observed, did not

share the hrossa's objection to shedding the blood of a hnau. And again, Oyarsa ruled sorns as

well as hrossa and pfifltriggi. Perhaps he was simply the arch-sorn. And now came the second

change of mood. Those old terrestrial fears of some alien, cold intelligence, superhuman in

power, subhuman in cruelty, which had utterly faded from his mind among the hrossa, rose

clamouring for readmission. But he strode on. He was going to Meldilorn. It was not possible,

he told himself, that the hrossa should obey any evil or monstrous creature; and they had told

him - or had they? he was not quite sure - that Oyarsa was not a sorn. Was Oyarsa a god? -perhaps

that very idol to whom the sorns wanted to sacrifice him. But the hrossa, though they

said strange things about him, clearly denied that he was a god. There was one God, according

to them, Maleldil the Young; nor was it possible to imagine Hyoi or Hnohra worshipping a

bloodstained idol. Unless, of course, the hrossa were after

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