You may be a practical joker, or you may have come out of a madhouse - I know nothing about it. If you claim to be an exceptional man, and want my cooperation, you must offer me exceptional proofs.""And what proofs would you consider adequate, Maskull?"As he spoke he gripped Maskull's arm. A sharp, chilling pain immediately passed through the latter's body and at the same moment his brain caught fire. A light burst in upon him like the rising of the sun. He asked himself for the first time if this fantastic conversation could by any chance refer to real things.
"Listen, Krag," he said slowly, while peculiar images and conceptions started to travel in rich disorder through his mind. "You talk about a certain journey. Well, if that journey were a possible one, and Iwere given the chance of making it, I would be willing never to come back. For twenty - four hours on that Arcturian planet, I would give my life. That is my attitude toward that journey.... Now prove to me that you're not talking nonsense. Produce your credentials."Krag stared at him all the time he was speaking, his face gradually resuming its jesting expression.
"Oh, you will get your twenty - four hours, and perhaps longer, but not much longer. You're an audacious fellow, Maskull, but this trip will prove a little strenuous, even for you.... And so, like the unbelievers of old, you want a sign from heaven?"Maskull frowned. "But the whole thing is ridiculous. Our brains are overexcited by what took place in there. Let us go home, and sleep it off."Krag detained him with one hand, while groping in his breast pocket with the other. He presently fished out what resembled a small folding lens. The diameter of the glass did not exceed two inches.
"First take a peep at Arcturus through this, Maskull. It may serve as a provisional sign. It's the best I can do, unfortunately. I am not a travelling magician.. .. Be very careful not to drop it. It's somewhat heavy."Maskull took the lens in his hand, struggled with it for a minute, and then looked at Krag in amazement. The little object weighed at least twenty pounds, though it was not much bigger than a crown piece.
"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 t 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."
Maskull continued to ponder. "You inquire if I a satisfied. I don't know, Krag. It's miraculous, and that' all I can say about it....
But I'm satisfied of one thing There must be very wonderful astronomers at Starkness and if you invite me to your observatory Iwill surely come."
"I do invite you. We set off from there.""And you, Nightspore?" demanded Maskull.
"The journey has to be made," answered his friend in indistinct tones, "though I don't see what will come of it."Krag shot a penetrating glance at him. "More remarkable adventures than this would need to be arranged before we could excite Nightspore.""Yet he is coming."
"But not con amore. He is coming merely to bear you company."Maskull again sought the heavy, sombre star, gleaming in solitary might, in the south-eastern heavens, and, as he gazed, his heart swelled with grand and painful longings, for which, however, he was unable to account to his own intellect. He felt that his destiny was in some way bound up with this gigantic, far - distant sun. But still he did not dare to admit to himself Krag's seriousness.
He heard his parting remarks in deep abstraction, and only after the lapse of several minutes, when, alone with Nightspore, did he realise that they referred to such mundane matters as travelling routes and times of trains.
"Does Krag travel north with us, Nightspore? I didn't catch that.""No. We go on first, and he joins us at Starkness on the evening of the day after tomorrow."Maskull remained thoughtful. "What am I to think of that man?""For your information," replied Nightspore wearily, "I have never known him to lie."
