In the dwelling place of each of the Spokesmen was a single light, colored like one of the lights on sarka's table.
His heart beating madly with exultation, sarka studied them.
sarka thrilled with satisfaction, for this question gave him the excuse he sought.
It was warm, too, so warm that perspiration was breaking out on the cheeks of sarka.
"Thank you," said sarka, a great wave of exaltation sweeping over him.
Wise in the ways of science was sarka, but he knew nothing of women!
The thing merely stared at sarka with his lidless eyes, as though wondering at sarka's meaning.
sarka had noted where the end of it had been, and started to detour, his eyes on the floor.
As for Jaska, she merely clung to sarka and waited—trusting him no matter what might transpire.
Boldly sarka stared into the almost opaque eyes of the woman.