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Fantasite, v. 2, issue 3, whole no. 9, August-September 1942

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6........................................THE FANTASITE

eagerly determined at once to seek our the nest of traitors. When he questioned the villages concerning the blue light, they claimed it was the abode of a supernatural deity, the Ice-King, and warned him against venturing near the mountainside; and inasmuch as this fantastic tale might indicate complicity on their part, Her Fechner left three of his soldiers to guard the village when he set out, though the two who accompanied him carried the machine gun.
A light snow had fallen the previous night, and the carpet of powdery whiteness provided smooth travel for their skis. The countryside was unevenly wooded; some stretches were bare and windswept, showing naked ridges of granite,  while other regions were thickly populated with pine, spruce, fir, and hemlock. The three men glided steadily along, rarely speaking, and by mid-afternoon they were ascending the base of the mountain. The branches and needles of the trees were coated with filmy ice that glittered and sparkled as the slanting rays of the declining sun shot through it. Like a many-jeweled fairyland the forest beckoned, and Herr Fechner strode tirelessly forward up the tortuous inclines and across the occasional broad drifts, unmindful of his lagging companions. The sunlight coruscated in his eyes, and the glistening snow seemed to loom and sweep and swirl about him, bemusing his senses.

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6........................................THE FANTASITE eagerly determined at once to seek our the nest of traitors. When he questioned the villages concerning the blue light, they claimed it was the abode of a supernatural deity, the Ice-King, and warned him against venturing near the mountainside; and inasmuch as this fantastic tale might indicate complicity on their part, Her Fechner left three of his soldiers to guard the village when he set out, though the two who accompanied him carried the machine gun. A light snow had fallen the previous night, and the carpet of powdery whiteness provided smooth travel for their skis. The countryside was unevenly wooded; some stretches were bare and windswept, showing naked ridges of granite, while other regions were thickly populated with pine, spruce, fir, and hemlock. The three men glided steadily along, rarely speaking, and by mid-afternoon they were ascending the base of the mountain. The branches and needles of the trees were coated with filmy ice that glittered and sparkled as the slanting rays of the declining sun shot through it. Like a many-jeweled fairyland the forest beckoned, and Herr Fechner strode tirelessly forward up the tortuous inclines and across the occasional broad drifts, unmindful of his lagging companions. The sunlight coruscated in his eyes, and the glistening snow seemed to loom and sweep and swirl about him, bemusing his senses.