"It hasn't any," she said; "it breathes and feeds through its skin. Put it on."
Jupiter let it touch his body. At once the boj wrapped itself around him. It was electrically alive, vibrant. He could feel a pleasant tingle in his nerve ends and glanced at the Caligan girl in surprise.
She wore an amused expression and nothing else. There was an utter lack of self consciousness about her. Jupiter found himself comparing her soft, delicately rounded figure with Lete's lithe brown boyishness.
The Caligan girl suddenly held out her hand for the boj. He peeled it off reluctantly, asking:
"Who are you?"
"Tabak," she replied. "Did you come to Yogol in a fiery chariot from beyond the stars?"
He nodded.
Tabak's blue eyes widened. She drew close to the cage as if pulled by a magnet, peered intently into his eyes.
"May—may I come into your mind?"
Jupiter's hard, bewhiskered face stiffened in surprise.