They have oils that will cause the skin to grow again within a week.

A week is nothing; you and Athelstan will be here longer than a week! And you crossed the Pool of Terrors?
I have crossed that too! we three are initiates now!" "Ye are three who will die unless discretion is the very law ye live by!" said the Gray Mahatma.

He seemed annoyed about something.
"Old Dust-and-ashes!" laughed Yasmini, snapping her fingers at him.
"Hah!" She laughed delightedly.

"They have seen enough to make them believe what I shall tell them!" "Woman, you woo your own destruction.

None has ever set out to betray that secret and survived the first offense!" he answered.
"It was _you_ who betrayed it to _me_," she said, with another golden laugh.