But I was afraid of the giants for them.

That was what made me bear so much from the brutes myself!" "Indeed you almost taught the noble little creatures to be afraid of the stupid Bags! While they fed and comforted and worshipped you, all the time you submitted to be the slave of bestial men! You gave the darlings a seeming coward for their hero! A worse wrong you could hardly have done them.

They gave you their hearts; you owed them your soul!--You might by this time have made the Bags hewers of wood and drawers of water to the Little Ones!" "I fear what you say is true, Mr.Raven! But indeed I was afraid that more knowledge might prove an injury to them--render them less innocent, less lovely." "They had given you no reason to harbour such a fear!" "Is not a little knowledge a dangerous thing ?" "That is one of the pet falsehoods of your world! Is man's greatest knowledge more than a little?
or is it therefore dangerous?
The fancy that knowledge is in itself a great thing, would make any degree of knowledge more dangerous than any amount of ignorance.

To know all things would not be greatness." "At least it was for love of them, not from cowardice that I served the giants!" "Granted.

But you ought to have served the Little Ones, not the giants! You ought to have given the Little Ones water; then they would soon have taught the giants their true position.