"Do you think it meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed now it feels not like going, but like going back. All my life the god of the Mountain has been wooing me. Oh, look up once at least before the end to wish me joy. I am going to my lover. Do you not see now--?"
"I only see that you never loved me,' said I. 'It may well be you are going to the gods. You are becoming cruel like them." (76)
— Nov 04, 2025 12:06PM
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