In his belief in you, at least." "And that may be madness ?" She was gaining courage.
"Or wisdom--if I am mad.

He believes in you.

That is certain." "He has no beliefs.

Have you known him long, and do not know that?
With him there is nothing between knowledge and ignorance." "And he knows, of course, by experience what you can do and what you cannot do ?" "By very long experience, as I know him." "Neither your gifts nor his knowledge of them can change dreams to facts." Unorna smiled again.
"You can produce a dream--nothing more," continued the Wanderer, drawn at last into argument.

"I, too, know something of these things.