“You mean—?”
“I mean that without knowing it we have been trampling on the most sacred conceptions of the little folks. We who are royal are a class apart. We are worshipped prisoners, processional toys. We pay for worship by losing—our elementary freedom. And I was to have married that Prince—You know nothing of him though. Well, a pigmy Prince. He doesn’t matter.... It seems it would have strengthened the bonds between my country and another. And this country also was to profit. Imagine it!—strengthening the bonds!”
“And now?”
“They want me to go on with it—as though there was nothing between us two.”
“Nothing!”
“Yes. But that isn’t all. He said—”
“Your specialist in Tact?”
“Yes. He said it would be better for you, better for all the giants, if we two—abstained from conversation. That was how he put it.”
“But what can they do if we don’t?”
“He said you might have your freedom.”