"This beautiful woman. You know her?"
"Yes."
That seemed perfectly natural to Truda. She had no idea of the size of the world. All of these godlike beings must know one another as a matter of course.
"And you love her?"
Beekman smiled.
"I did once, but not now."
"Is she the woman you told me of on the island?"
Beekman nodded.
"If you don't take me and keep me," said Truda, suddenly passionate, her face flaming, "I shall die. You might better have let me go in the waves yesterday."
Beekman crossed the cabin and stopped by her side. He laid his hand on her head and turned her face up to him.