“I’m so unhappy. Renny, poor Zyp is so unhappy!”
“Does this look like it?”
“The elves caught me. It was so lovely to shake off all the weight and the misery and the womanliness.”
“Are you tired of being a woman, Zyp?”
“Tired? My heart aches so that I could die. Oh, I hate it all! No, no, Renny, don’t believe me! My little child! My little, little child! How can I have her and not be a woman!”
“Get up, Zyp, and let’s find our way out of this.”
“Not till you’ve promised me. Where can we talk better? The foolish people never dare to walk here at night. You love the woods, too, Renny. Oh, why didn’t I wait for you? Why, why didn’t I wait for you?”
“Come, we must go.”
“Not till you’ve promised to help me.”
“I promise.”