"Why not?" asked Orion.
"It moves too fast."
Orion pondered awhile on this but could make nothing of it; because, never having gone from the fields we know, he knew only one pace of time, and so had no means of comparison.
"How many years have gone over you," asked the troll, "since we spoke in Erl?"
"Years?" said Orion.
"A hundred?" guessed the troll.
"Nearly twelve," said Orion. "And you?"
"It is still to-day" said the troll.
And Orion would not speak any more of time, for he cared not for the discussion of a subject of which he appeared to know less than a common troll.
"Will you carry a whip," he said, "and run with my hounds when we hunt the unicorn over the fields we know."