The nothingness was no longer quite so empty. A thought brushed his. "Eldon? Where?" "Here!" "Think of your shape!" a thought commanded. The individuality of Eldon Carmichael thought. Memory shreds were coagulating to remind him he had once had a body. This was not death. It was something else. "Think of me--help me _form_!" The thought-appeal was urgent but unfrightened. "I can't alone." "Krasna?" He sent out the wordless question. "Yes!" He remembered her as he had watched her bathing in the warm pool that flowed through her home. And then he could see her floating in nothingness beside him, tenuous at first, then solidifying. He saw her with a new three-dimensional clarity and depth, as though with two eyes. Instinctively he reached toward her--and his left hand clasped her right. Krasna looked down at herself, at the crescent-shaped scar marring her loveliness, and winced. "Even here I must bear that," her thought reached him. "Until Sasso is no more." Confused memories were returning now, bringing horror of this unknown emptiness. And then Krasna's thoughts were flowing around him protectively, soothingly--but not in pity. And her thoughts brought understanding. They were in the Thin World, a--place--outside the more solid worlds. Here only thought had actuality. Their bodies here were nothing but thought-projections. And here they must remain until the Chamber had had its way with their torn, tortured _real_ bodies, healing them. For such were the unique powers of the Chamber. "But my arm? And my eye?" Eldon asked. "You forgot you had lost them. Here you are as you think you are. And I--" "Exactly as I have dreamed." The thought left Eldon's mind before it could be altered by his loyalty to Margaret and his desire to return to Earth. Krasna glanced at him sharply, but she seemed not displeased. And there was gratitude in her thoughts. Gratitude and surprised admiration for the way he had come to her rescue without thought of his own safety. "We must stay away from our actual bodies long enough but not too long," she told him. "Otherwise we could not return at all." She read his questioning thoughts. "No. A Vardan mind can not take knowledge of the Thin World back. I can remember almost nothing of the time I was here after escaping the Faith. "But you, with your Closed World brain, can perhaps do what I can not." With his new knowledge Eldon understood also that those crystalline capsules in the gross grey carcasses were the real essence of the Luvans. The bodies in which they had clothed themselves to live in Varda had been purely artificial. "I learned the secret of the Luvans in the slave pits of the Faith." Krasna's thoughts grew grim and bleak as she remembered the things to which she had been subjected there. Vardan memories could be carried into the Thin World, though not back again.