“And yet it was in paying such a visit that you nearly lost your life.”
“The life you saved.”
“’Twas a happy chance. I cannot tell what led me to the forest on that occasion.”
“What were you doing there?” she asked.
“Like the blind mortal that I am, I was blaming myself, and my fate, too, when I should have been blessing my fortune.”
“For what?”
“For conducting me to the spot where I heard you cry.”
“What fortune were you blaming?”
“That which made me unworthy.”
“Unworthy of what?”