The shadow of mystery had retreated far over the rim of this wide awake and beautiful world and if, subconsciously, I knew that somewhere it was brooding and waiting, for a little while at least I was consciously free of its oppression.
"How's the patient ?" asked O'Keefe.
He was answered by Huldricksson himself, who must have risen just as I left the cabin.

The Norseman had slipped on a pair of pajamas and, giant torso naked under the sun, he strode out upon us.

We all of us looked at him a trifle anxiously.

But Olaf's madness had left him.

In his eyes was much sorrow, but the berserk rage was gone.
He spoke straight to me: "You said last night we follow ?" I nodded.
"It is where ?" he asked again.
"We go first to Ponape and from there to Metalanim Harbour--to the Nan-Matal.