TYLTYL
(Distributing kisses all round.) My sweethearts!... What darlings you are, and how happy I feel!... I hope I have not made you walk too fast?... You must forgive me; I am rather in a hurry.... Jalline dear, you haven't hurt your foot, have you?... And you, Rosarelle? You are not used to climbing rocks.... Aimette's hands are cold and Roselle has made herself much too hot....
LIGHT
Come, we will talk about all this later. We must now hasten to the Ancestors, who are waiting for us and would be very much annoyed if we arrived late....
DESTINY
(Who has grown smaller still and is now hardly taller than a man of average height. He seems very tired and sits huddled on a boulder.) Not a step farther!...
TYLTYL
Hullo! You've grown a bit smaller again!...
DESTINY
I? I've not changed. I am always the same, I am....