“As you’ve come from the south, I suppose you’ll go north.”
“Well, that’s right enough,” said Maskull, staring hard at him. “But how do you know I’ve come from the south?”
“Well, then, perhaps you haven’t—but there’s a look of Ifdawn about you.”
“What kind of look?”
“A tragical look,” said Polecrab. He never even glanced at Maskull, but was gazing at a fixed spot on the water with unblinking eyes.
“What lies beyond Lichstorm?” asked Maskull, after a minute or two.
“Barey, where you have two suns instead of one—but beyond that fact I know nothing about it.... Then comes the ocean.”
“And what’s on the other side of the ocean?”
“That you must find out for yourself, for I doubt if anybody has ever crossed it and come back.”
Maskull was silent for a little while.