after I had gone to bed, read the play in the adjoining

"Thought is a rich, complex thing. I can't say if I am really speaking your tongue by instinct, or if you yourself are translating my thoughts into your tongue as I utter them."

"Already you see that Panawe is wiser than I am," said Joiwind gaily.

"What is your name?" asked the husband.

"That name must have a meaning - but again, thought is a strange thing. I connect that name with something - but with what?"

"Try to discover," said Joiwind.

"Has there been a man in your world who stole something from the Maker of the, universe, in order to ennoble his fellow creatures?"

"There is such a myth, The hero's name was Prometheus."

"Well, you seem to be identified in my mind with that action - but what it all means I can't say, Maskull."