And it carried understanding and command to the man at the wheel, and to Mr.Pike, waist-deep in the wash of sea below us.

And the man at the wheel obeyed, and Mr.Pike obeyed, barking and snarling orders to the poor wallowing devils who wallowed on and obeyed him in turn.

And as the voice was the face.

This face I had never seen before.

It was the face of the spirit visitant, chaste with wisdom, lighted by a splendour of power and calm.