She looked at me awhile, then said, most gently:
“And whither would you fly, O God-from-the-Sea? Back into the sea?”
“Cease to call me a god,” I answered, “who, as you know well, am but a man though of another race than yours.”
“I thought it but I did not know. But whither would you fly, O Lord Hurachi?”
“To the land where I was born, Lady Quilla; the land that I shall never see again.”
“Ah! doubtless there you have wives and children for whom your heart is hungry.”
“Nay, now I have neither wife nor child.”
“Then once you had a wife. Tell me of that wife. Was she fair?”
“Why should I tell you a sad story? She is dead.”
“Dead or living, you still love her, and where there is love there is no death.”