“You will learn. I was watching you in the boat, Maskull. You had some bad feelings, eh?”
“I don’t conceal it. There were times when I felt as if I were struggling with a nightmare. What caused it?”
“The female atmosphere of Lichstorm. Sexual passion.”
“I had no passion.”
“That was passion—the first stage. Nature tickles your people into marriage, but it tortures us. Wait till you get outside. You’ll have a return of those sensations—only ten times worse. The drink you’ve had will see to that.... How do you suppose it will all end?”
“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking you questions.”
Haunte laughed loudly. “Sullenbode.”
“You mean it will end in my seeking Sullenbode?”
“But what will come of it, Maskull? What will she give you? Sweet, fainting, white-armed, feminine voluptuousness?”
Maskull coolly drank another cup. “And why should she give all that to a passerby?”