"Ah, you have great faith in that staff of yours!"
"I fear nobody when I brandish it."
Another locust had answered the first one. Now the two insects were in full dispute, suffusing the warm darkness with their pertinacious whirrings.
"King of Eubonia, it is certainly true, that which you told me about olives."
"Yes, for always love begets truthfulness."
"I pray it may beget between us utter truthfulness, and nothing else, King Jurgen."
"Not 'Jurgen' now, but 'love'."
"Indeed, they tell that even so, in such deep darkness, Love came to his sweetheart Psychê."
"Then why do you complain because I piously emulate the Gods, and offer unto Love the sincerest form of flattery?" And Jurgen shook his staff at her.
"Ah, but you are strangely ready with your flattery! and Love threatened Psychê with no such enormous staff."