“I still don’t understand,” said Maskull. “Do you believe in three separate gods, or are these merely three ways of regarding one God?”
“There are three gods, for they are mutually antagonistic. Yet they are somehow united.”
Maskull reflected a while. “How have you arrived at these conclusions?”
“None other are possible in Threal, Maskull.”
“Why in Threal—what is there peculiar here?”
“I will show you presently.”
They walked on for above a mile in silence, while Maskull digested what had been said. When they came to the first trees, which grew along the banks of a small stream of transparent water, Corpang halted.
“That bandage around your forehead has long been unnecessary,” he remarked.
Maskull removed it. He found that the line of his brow was smooth and uninterrupted, as it had never yet been since his arrival in Tormance.
“How has this come about—and how did you know it?”