CHAPTER 19The Marble
It was curious to look into his face and find it alien, he who had been so intimate a part of my mind. The emotionless features, the strange, quicksilver eyes belonged to De Kalb but the voice was—as I pointed out to him—the voice of Esau.
He wasn’t amused. He seemed to find his own body rather strange for a moment or two, for after he had left me he tried it out stiffly, moving to and fro with short steps.
“You look like De Kalb,” I said, watching him. “You move like De Kalb. Belem—where is De Kalb now?”
He gave me a swift, strange, emotionless look. “I told you I was beginning to understand,” he said. “I was. But I haven’t the full answer yet and—look, Cortland.”
I followed his gesture. The enormous room, braced with its monstrous girders, lay before us. There w
