Zee translated it to Martt.
"Let's eat, then," said Martt. "Zee, aren't you tired and hungry?"
There was water lying in flat pools on the rocks. It was clear, cold
and sweet. They sat down, talking and eating. Then Zee slept. And Degg
slept also.
Martt sat alert, watching, while the headless thing stretched itself
somnolent on a rock near by, its single eye on the stalk wilting
downward in drowsiness.
Martt strove to master his revulsion. He called softly, "Eeff! Eeff,
come here!"
But it would not come. It moved farther away, whimpering to itself.