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 interest; with
the sorb he saw nothing as self-existent--everything appeared as an
object of importance or non-importance to his own needs.

Rather puzzled as to how this would turn out, he got up and looked about
him. He had slept out of sight of Oceaxe. He was anxious to learn if
she were still on the spot, but before going to ascertain he made up his
mind to bathe in the river.

It was a glorious morning. The hot white sun already began to glare,
but its heat was tempered by a strong wind, which whistled through
the trees. A host of fantastic clouds filled the sky. They looked like
animals, and were always changing shape. The ground, as well as the
leaves and branches of the forest trees, still held traces of heavy dew
or rain during the night. A poignantly sweet smell of nature entered his
nostrils. His pain was quiescent, and his spirits were high.

Before he bathed, he viewed the mountains of the Ifdawn Marest. In the
morning sunlight they stood out pictorially. He guessed that they were
from five to six thousand feet high. The lofty, irregular, castellated
line seemed like the walls of a magic city. The cliffs fronting him were
composed of gaudy rocks--vermilion, emerald, yellow, ulfire, and black.
As he gazed at them, his heart began to beat like a slow, heavy drum,
and he thrilled all over--indescribable hopes, aspirations, and emotions
came over him. It was more than the conquest of a new world which he
felt--it was something different....

He bathed and drank, and as he was reclothing himself, Oceaxe strolled
indolently up.

He could now perceive the colour of her skin--it was a vivid, yet
delicate mixture of carmine, white, and jale. The effect was
startlingly unearthly. With these new colors she looked like a genuine
representative of a strange planet. Her frame also had something curious
a