"What stuff can this be, Krag?"

"Look through it, my good friend. That's what I gave it to you for."

Maskull held it up with difficulty, directed it toward the gleaming
Arcturus, and snatched as long and as steady a glance at the star as
the muscles of his arm would permit. What he saw was this. The
star, which to the naked eye appeared as a single yellow point of
light, now became clearly split into two bright but minute suns, the
larger of which was still yellow, while its smaller companion was a
beautiful blue. But this was not all. Apparently circulating around
the yellow sun was a comparatively small and hardly distinguishable
satellite, which seemed to shine, not by its own, but by reflected
light.... Maskull lowered and raised his arm repeatedly. The same
spectacle revealed itself again and again, but he was able to see
nothing else. Then he passed back the lens to Krag, without a word,
and stood chewing his underlip.

"You take a glimpse too," scraped Krag, proffering the glass to
Nightspore.

Nightspore turned his back and began to pace up an down. Krag
laughed sardonically, and returned the lens to his pocket. "Well,
Maskull, are you satisfied?"

"Arcturus, then, is a double sun. And is that third point the planet
Tormance?"

"Our future home, Maskull."