"Do you swim well?" I asked her.
She laughed. "One swims as one walks or runs. Why not? You ask such strange things."
"Very well then," I said, "you shall swim in the sea."
"No. The sea is the evil water. If one had only that water to drink, one would die. Is that not so?"
"It is, but——"
"Very well then. We are rightly taught not to touch the sea. You speak to me sometimes very much as if you were a god, and you boast of freedom, and you have come all the way from a far-off country; but you yourself would not dare to enter the sea."
It was my turn to laugh. "I am going to swim in it this evening," I said.
"I implore you not to do it," said Dream.
"I shall come to no harm."
"You will most certainly die."