not get another chance."

"What I said about the windows also applies to Surtur. There's no
need to waste time over visualising him, because you are immediately
going on to the reality."

"Then let us go." He pressed his eyeballs wearily.

"Do we strip?" asked Nightspore.

"Naturally," answered Krag, and he began to tear off his clothes with
slow, uncouth movements.

"Why?" demanded Maskull, following, however, the example of the other
two men.

Krag thumped his vast chest, which was covered with thick hairs, like
an ape's. "Who knows what the Tormance fashions are like? We may
sprout limbs--I don't say we shall."

"A-ha!" exclaimed Maskull, pausing in the middle of his undressing.

Krag smote him on the back. "New pleasure organs possible, Maskull.
You like that?"

The three men stood as nature made them. Maskull's spirits rose
fast, as the moment of departure drew near.

"A farewell drink to success!" cried Krag, seizing a bottle and
breaking its head off between his fingers. There were no glasses,