It was full moonlight; the orb had been up for fully half an hour.

I strode over to Throckmartin and shook him by the shoulder.
"Up, quick, man!" I cried.

He rose sleepily.

His shirt fell open at the neck and I looked, in amazement, at the white band around his chest.

Even under the electric light it shone softly, as though little flecks of light were in it.
Throckmartin seemed only half-awake.