Improbably enough Dagonet, who hated almost everyone, found himself becoming fond of Galahad. He was as exalted by the world as Dagonet was despised and neglected by it, but for all that Dagonet suspected they were equally lonely. Galahad had slain giants and banished demons but never kicked a ball or kissed a girl. He seemed to have been put on earth to make a point, but it was God’s point, not his. His own life wasn’t about him, he was just a helpless onlooker. He was as much a prisoner of his own strange nature as Dagonet was.
