“I am perfectly and utterly indifferent to what becomes of you,” retorted Oceaxe.
“Are you returning in the morning?” persisted Maskull.
“If I wish.”
“Then we will go together.”
She got up again on her elbow. “Instead of making plans for other people, I would do a very necessary thing.”
“Pray, tell me.”
“Well, there’s no reason why I should, but I will. I would try to convert my women’s organs into men’s organs. It is a man’s country.”
“Speak more plainly.”
“Oh, it’s plain enough. If you attempt to pass through Ifdawn without a sorb, you are simply committing suicide. And that magn too is worse than useless.”
“You probably know what you are talking about, Oceaxe. But what do you advise me to do?”