Oceaxe now really turned her back on Maskull.

He considered for a few minutes, and then walked over and to where
the stone was lying, and took it in his hand. It was a pebble the
size of a hen's egg, radiant with crimson light, as though red-hot,
and throwing out a continuous shower of small, blood-red sparks.

Finally deciding that Oceaxe's advice was good, he applied the drude
first to his magn, and then to his breve. He experienced a
cauterising sensation--a feeling of healing pain.



Chapter 9

OCEAXE

Maskull's second day on Tormance dawned. Branchspell was already
above the horizon when he awoke. He was instantly aware that his
organs had changed during the night. His fleshy breve was altered
into an eyelike sorb; his magn had swelled and developed into a third
arm, springing from the breast. The arm gave him at once a sense of
greater physical security, but with the sorb he was obliged to
experiment, before he could grasp its function.

As he lay there in the white sunlight, opening and shutting each of
his three eyes in turn, he found that the two lower ones served his
understanding, the upper one his will. That is to say, with the
lower eyes he saw things in clear detail, but without personal