"It is like a dream.

I have dreamt--have dreamt such things.

But waking--No.

Tell me! Tell me! What are you?
What is this Food of the Gods?
Tell me slowly--and clearly.

Why have they kept it from me, that I am not alone ?" II.
"Tell me," she said, and young Redwood, tremulous and excited, set himself to tell her--it was poor and broken telling for a time--of the Food of the Gods and the giant children who were scattered over the world.
You must figure them both, flushed and startled in their bearing; getting at one another's meaning through endless half-heard, half-spoken phrases, repeating, making perplexing breaks and new departures--a wonderful talk, in which she awakened from the ignorance of all her life.