"To see the sights," responded Maskull with twinkling eyes. "But
first of all, to dine. I can't remember having eaten all day. You
seem to have been hunting to some purpose, so we won't lack for
food."

Haunte eyed him quizzically. "You certainly don't lack impudence.
However, I'm a man of that sort myself, and it is the sort I prefer.
Your friend, now, would probably rather starve than ask a meal of a
stranger. He looks to me just like a bewildered toad dragged up out
of a dark hole."

Maskull took Corpang's arm, and constrained him to silence.

"Where have you been hunting, Haunte?"

"Matterplay. I had the worst luck--I speared one wold horse, and
there it lies."

"What is Lichstorm like?"

"There are men there, and there are women there, but there are no
men-women, as with you."

"What do you call men-women?"

"Persons of mixed sex, like yourself. In Lichstorm the sexes are
pure."

"I have always regarded myself as a man."