“Then send me a doctor, or prescribe some medicine.”
“Do you think you could possibly prescribe for yourself?” he queried.
“By all means. I need change of scene—to be more exact, change of surroundings.”
“And where would you go in such a case?”
“Back to my own land.”
“The earth?”
“I hardly think so.”
The faintest smile crossed his lips.
“You are ready at last to forsake your charge for freedom?”
“Not at all,” I said. “I never yet forsook anything that really belonged to me.”