A sun-stone.
His hand started to rise weakly to his face. The doctor forestalled him.
"Don't bother. It's out. And a delicate job getting it out, it was. You'll have a headache for a while, but anyone would take a headache for a sun-stone!"
Trevor didn't answer that. He said suddenly, "Jen—and Saul...?"
"They're here. Pretty odd folk they are, too. Won't talk to any of us. You're all a blazing mystery, you know."
He went away. When he came back, Jen and Saul were with him. They wore modern synthecloth garments now. Jen looked as incongruous in hers as a leopardess in a silk dress.
She saw the smile in his eyes and cried, "Don't laugh at me—ever!"
It occurred to Trevor that civilizing her would take a long time. He doubted if it would ever be done. And he was glad of that.
She stood looking gravely down at him and then said, "They say you can get up tomorrow."
"That's good," said Trevor.