“I am the Princess—yes,” she said, with eyes of wonder. “But—what are you?”
“I am the son of the man who made the Food of the Gods.”
“The Food of the Gods!”
“Yes, the Food of the Gods.”
“But—”
Her face expressed infinite perplexity.
“What? I don’t understand. The Food of the Gods?”
“You have not heard?”
“The Food of the Gods! No!”
She found herself trembling violently. The colour left her face. “I did not know,” she said. “Do you mean—?”