He goes at his own peril: my voice he hears no more.

I may follow after him, but cannot go before him.' "Then Knowledge vanished.
"And the hunter turned.

He went to his cage, and with his hands broke down the bars, and the jagged iron tore his flesh.

It is sometimes easier to build than to break.
"One by one he took his plumed birds and let them fly.

But when he came to his dark-plumed bird he held it, and looked into its beautiful eyes, and the bird uttered its low, deep cry--'Immortality!' "And he said quickly: 'I cannot part with it.