'I led them, the next day, to the Trees, taking with me meat, wool, and curdled milk, as I had promised. We found the Magic Knives laid out on the grass, as the Children of the Night had promised. They watched us from among the Trees. Their Priestess called to me and said, "How is it with your people?" I said, "Their hearts are changed. I cannot see their hearts as I used to." She said, "That is because you have only one eye. Come to me and I will be both your eyes." But I said, "I must show my people how to use their knives against The Beast, as you showed me how to use my knife." I said this because the Magic Knife does not balance like the flint. She said, "What you have done, you have done for the sake of a woman, and not for the sake of your people." I asked of her, "Then why did the God accept my right eye, and why are you so angry?" She answered, "Because any man can lie to a God, but no man can lie to a woman. And I am not angry with you. I am only very sorrowful for you. Wait a little, and you will see out of your one eye why I am sorry." So she hid herself. 'I went back with my people, each one carrying his knife, and making it sing in the air--_tssee-sssse_. The Flint never sings. It mutters--_ump-ump_. The Beast heard. The Beast saw. _He_ knew! Everywhere he ran away from us. We all laughed. As we walked over the grass my Mother's brother--the Chief on the Man's Side--he took off his Chief's necklace of yellow sea-stones.' 'How? Eh? Oh, I remember! Amber,' said Puck. 'And would have put them on my neck. I said, "No, I am content. What does my one eye matter if my other eye sees fat sheep and fat children running about safely?" My Mother's brother said to them, "I told you he would never take such things." Then they began to sing a song in the Old Tongue--_The Song of Tyr_. I sang with them, but my Mother's brother said, "This is _your_ song, oh, Buyer of the Knife. Let _us_ sing it, Tyr." 'Even then I did not understand, till I saw that--that no man stepped on my shadow; and I knew that they thought me to be a God, like the God Tyr, who gave his right hand to conquer a Great Beast.' 'By the Fire in the Belly of the Flint, was that so?' Puck rapped out. 'By my Knife and the Naked Chalk, so it was! They made way for my shadow as though it had been a Priestess walking to the Barrows of the Dead. I was afraid. I said to myself, "My Mother and my Maiden will know I am not Tyr." But _still_ I was afraid with the fear of a man who falls into a steep flint-pit while he runs, and feels that it will be hard to climb out.