Ransom must have fallen asleep almost as soon as he landed, for he remembered nothing more till what seemed the song of a bird broke in upon his dreams.  Opening his eyes, he saw that it was a bird indeed, a long-legged bird like a very small stork, singing rather like a canary.  Full daylight - or what passes for such in Perelandra - was all about him, and in his heart such a premonition of good adventure as made him sit up forthwith and brought him, a moment later, to his feet.  He stretched his arms and looked around.  He was not on the orange-coloured island, but on the same island which had been his home ever since he came to this planet.  He was floating in a dead calm and therefore had no difficulty in making his way to the shore.  And there he stopped in astonishment.  The Lady's island was floating beside his, divided only by five feet or so of water.  The whole look of the world had changed.  There was no expanse of sea now visible - only a flat wooded landscape as far as the eye could reach in every direction.  Some ten or twelve of the islands, in fact, were here lying together and making a short-lived continent.  And there walking before him, as if on the other side of a brook, was the Lady herself - walking with her head a little bowed and her hands occupied in plaiting together some blue flowers.  She was singing to herself in a low voice but stopped and turned as he hailed her and looked him full in the face.

"I was young yesterday," she began, but he did not hear the rest of her speech.  The meeting, now that it had actually come about, proved overwhelming.  You must not misunderstand the story at this point.  What overwhelmed him was not in the least the fact that she, like himself, was totally naked.  Embarrassment and desire were both a thousand miles away from his experience: and if he was a little ashamed of his own body, that was a shame which had nothing to do with difference of sex and turned only on the fact that he knew his body to be a little ugly and a little ridiculous.  Still less was her colour a source of horror to him.  In her own world that green was beautiful and fitting; it was his pasty white and angry sunburn which were the monstrosity.  It was neither of these; but be found himself unnerved.  He had to ask her presently to repeat what she had been saying.

"I was young yesterday," she said.  "When I laughed at you.  Now I know that the people in your world do not like to be laughed at."

"You say you were young?"

"Yes."

"Are you not young to-day also?"

She appeared to be thinking for a few moments, so intently that the flowers dropped, unregarded, from her hand.

"I see it now," she said presently.  "It is very strange to say one is young at the moment one is speaking.  But to-morrow I shall be older.  And then I shall say I was young to-day.  You are quite right.  This is great wisdom you are bringing, 0 Piebald Man."

"What do you mean?"

"This looking backward and forward along the line and seeing how a day has one appearance as it comes to you, and another when you are in it, and a third when it has gone past.  Like the waves."

"But you are very little older than yesterday."

"How do you know that?"

"I mean," said Ransom, "a night is not a very long time."

She thought again, and then spoke suddenly, her face lightening.  "I see it now," she said.  "You think times have lengths.  A night is always a night whatever you do in it, as from this tree to that is always so many paces whether you take them quickly or slowly.  I suppose that is true in a way.  But the waves do not always come at equal distances.  I see that you come from a wise world... if this is wise.  I have never done it before - stepping out of life into the Alongside and looking at oneself living as if one were not alive.  Do they all do that in your world, Piebald?"

"What do you know about other worlds?" said Ransom.