"We might fly, Quilla." "Whither could the God-from-the-Sea fly and whither could fly the daughter of the Moon, who is vowed to the son of the Sun in marriage, save to death?" "There are worse things than death, Quilla." "Aye, but my life is in pawn. I must live that my people may not die. Myself I offered it to this cause and now, being royal, I cannot take it back again for my own joy.
"I weep," I answered, "because I am a stranger in a strange land; I weep because I have not wings whereon I can fly away like that great bird above us." She looked at me awhile, then said, most gently: "And whither would you fly, O God-from-the-Sea? Back into the sea?" "Cease to call me a god," I answered, "who, as you know well, am but a man though of another race than yours."