I cannot even swear to you that I am telling the truth.
Heaven would not be my witness now if I told a thousand truths, each truer than the last." "I have nothing to forgive," the Wanderer said, almost wearily.

"I have told you so, you have not injured me, but him." "But if it meant a whole world to me--no, for I am nothing to you--but if it cost you nothing, but the little breath that can carry the three words--would you say it?
Is it much to say?
Is it like saying, I love you, or, I honour you, respect you?
It is so little, and would mean so much." "To me it can mean nothing, unless you ask me to forgive you deeds of which I know nothing.

And then it means still less to me." "Will you say it, only say the three words once ?" "I forgive you," said the Wanderer quietly.

It cost him nothing, and, to him, meant less.
Unorna bent her head and was silent.

It was something to have heard him say it though he could not guess the least of the sins which she made it include.