Maskull, what is your motive for asking? If it's mere intellectual
curiosity, tell me, for we mustn't play with awful matters."

"No, it isn't that," said Maskull slowly. "I'm not a student. My
journey is no holiday tour."

"Isn't there blood on your soul?" asked Corpang, eying him intently.

The blood rose steadily to Maskull's face, but in that light it
caused it to appear black.

"Unfortunately there is, and not a little."

The other's face was all wrinkles, but he made no comment.

"And so you see," went on Maskull, with a short laugh, "I'm in the
very best condition for receiving your instruction."

Corpang still paused. "Underneath your crimes I see a man," he said,
after a few minutes. "On that account, and because we are commanded
to help one another, I won't leave you at present, though I little
thought to be walking with a murderer.... Now to your question....
Whatever a man sees with his eyes, Maskull, he sees in three ways--
length, breadth, depth. Length is existence, breadth is relation,
depth is feeling."

"Something of the sort was told me by Earthrid, the musician, who
came from Threal."

"I don't know him. What else did he tell you?"