“But we might—”
“Whither?”
“We could go. We could swim the seas together. Beyond the seas—”
“I have never been beyond the seas.”
“There are great and desolate mountains amidst which we should seem no more than little people, there are remote and deserted valleys, there are hidden lakes and snow-girdled uplands untrodden by the feet of men. There—”
“But to get there we must fight our way day after day through millions and millions of mankind.”
“It is our only hope. In this crowded land there is no fastness, no shelter. What place is there for us among these multitudes? They who are little can hide from one another, but where are we to hide? There is no place where we could eat, no place where we could sleep. If we fled—night and day they would pursue our footsteps.”
A thought came to him.
“There is one place,” he said, “even in this island.”
“Where?”