The taste was unfamiliar but delightful.
Almost at once my fatigue disappeared.

I realized a clarity of mind, an interesting exhilaration and sense of irresponsibility, of freedom from care, that were oddly enjoyable.

Larry became immediately his old gay self.
The green dwarf regarded us whimsically, sipping from his great flagon of rock crystal.
"Much do I desire to know of that world you came from," he said at last--"through the rocks," he added, slyly.
"And much do we desire to know of this world of yours, O Rador," I answered.
Should I ask him of the Dweller; seek from him a clue to Throckmartin?
Again, clearly as a spoken command, came the warning to forbear, to wait.

And once more I obeyed.
"Let us learn, then, from each other." The dwarf was laughing.

"And first--are all above like you--drawn out"-- he made an expressive gesture--"and are there many of you ?" "There are--" I hesitated, and at last spoke the Polynesian that means tens upon tens multiplied indefinitely--"there are as many as the drops of water in the lake we saw from the ledge where you found us," I continued; "many as the leaves on the trees without.