“But will that music play tonight?” asked Maskull.
“Yes,” replied Gleameil, gazing at him intently. “When Teargeld rises, which is our moon.”
“If Earthrid plays men to death, it appears to me that his own death is due. In any case I should like to hear those sounds for myself. But as for taking you with me, Gleameil—women die too easily in Tormance. I have only just now washed myself clean of the death blood of another woman.”
Gleameil laughed, but said nothing.
“Now go to sleep,” said Polecrab. “When the time comes, I will take you across myself.”
He lay down again, and closed his eyes. Maskull followed his example; but Gleameil remained sitting erect, with her legs under her.
“Who was that other woman, Maskull?” she asked presently.
He did not answer, but pretended to sleep.