As he turned around for an answer he noticed that his companion was
trembling from head to foot.

"Why, what's the matter?"

Leehallfae pressed a hand to aer heart. "The stream leaves us, but
what makes the stream what it is continues with us. Faceny is
there."

"But surely you don't expect to see him in person? Why are you
shaking?"

"Perhaps it will be too much for me after all."

"Why? How is it affecting you?"

The phaen took him by the shoulder and held him at arm's length,
endeavouring to study him with aer unsteady eyes. "Faceny's thoughts
are obscure. I am his lover, you are a lover of women, yet he grants
to you what he denies to me."

"What does he grant to me?"

"To see him, and go on living. I shall die. But it's immaterial.
Tomorrow both of us will be dead."

Maskull impatiently shook himself free. "Your sensations may be
reliable in your own case, but how do you know I shall die?"