Maskull continued thoughtful. "I say no more, but I see I will have to
be cautious. What did you mean about my helping you with my luck?"

"Your luck is fast weakening, but it may still be strong enough to serve
me. Together we will search for Threal."

"Search for Threal--why, is it so hard to find?"

"I have told you that my whole life has been spent in the quest."

"You said Faceny, Leehallfae."

The phaen gazed at him with queer, ancient eyes, and smiled again. "This
stream, Maskull, like every other life stream in Matterplay, has its
source in Faceny. But as all these streams issue out from Threal, it is
in Threal that we must look for Faceny."

"But what's to prevent your finding Threal? Surely it's a well-known
country?"

"It lies underground. Its communications with the upper world are few,
and where they are, no one that I have ever spoken to knows. I have
scoured the valleys and the hills. I have been to the very gates of
Lichstorm. I am old, so that your aged men would appear newborn infants
beside me, but I am as far from Threal as when I was a green youth,
dwelling among a throng of fellow phaens."

"Then, if my luck is good, yours is very bad.... But when you have found
Faceny, what do you gain?"

Leehallfae looked at him in silence. The smile faded from aer face, and
its place was taken by such a look of unearthly pain and sorrow that
Maskull had no need to press his question. Ae was consumed by the grief
and yearning of a lover eternally separated from the loved one, the
scents and traces of whose person were always present. This passion
stamped her features at that moment with a wild, stern, spiritual
beauty, far transcending any beauty of woman or man.

But the expression vanished suddenly, and then the abrupt contrast
showed Maskull the real Leehallfae. Aer sensuality was solitary, but
vulgar--it was like the heroism of a lonely nature, pursuing animal aims
with untiring persistence.

He looked at the phaen askance, and drummed his fingers against his
thigh. "Well, we will go together. We may find something, and in any
case I shan't be sorry to converse with such a singular individual as
yourself."

"But I should warn you, Maskull. You and I are of different creations. A
phaen's body contains the whole of life, a man's body contains only the
half of life--the other half is in woman. Faceny may be too strong a
draught for your body to endure.... Do you not feel this?"

"I am dull wit