“Because I did not believe in the new gods.”
“Who are thy gods, man whom this green one here calls Cathal?”
“They are the Sun, and the Moon, and the Wind, and others that I will tell you of.”
“Hast thou heard of Keithoir?”
“No.”
“He is the god of the green world. He dreams, and his dreams are Springtide and Summertide and Appletide. When he sleeps without dream there is winter.”
“Have you no other god but this earth-god?”
“Keithoir is our god. We know no other.”
“If he is thy god, he is my god.”
“I see in the eyes of Deòin that she loves thee, Cathal the human. Wilt thou have her love?”