“What I feel…” Rocannon began. “Well?” Ketho inquired hoarsely, after a long pause. “What I feel sometimes is that I … meeting these people from worlds we know so little of, you know, sometimes … that I have as it were blundered through the corner of a legend, of a tragic myth, maybe, which I do not understand.…”
“What I feel…” Rocannon began.
“Well?” Ketho inquired hoarsely, after a long pause.
“What I feel sometimes is that I … meeting these people from worlds we know so little of, you know, sometimes … that I have as it were blundered through the corner of a legend, of a tragic myth, maybe, which I do not understand.…”
