Do not think that--do not dream that.

Do you not know that the fiercest drought is as a spring rain to the rocks, which thirst not and need no refreshment ?" Again he fixed his eyes on Unorna's face and faintly smiled.

Apparently she was displeased.
"What is it that you would say ?" she asked coldly.

"What is this that you tell us of rocks and rain, and death-wounds, and the rest?
You say you loved me once--that was a madness.

You say that I never loved you--that, at least, is truth.