"I'm not sure that I want to listen," said David. "I know this man, I'm certain that I do--but I can't tell you when it was that I first met him. It's all very vague, like the haze that sometimes covers the living pictures in the great pool of light in there. This memory comes like something evil, something that brings ruin. Surely, you don't want to bring ruin upon us, Sajipona! Why not blot it out altogether?" She shook her head sadly, looking wistfully into his face. They clasped each other's hands, oblivious, for the moment, of Raoul's presence. "If you are king there must be no forgetting, no dread of a memory that has been lost. You must know! The Land of the Condor is a land of dreams compared with the rest of the world. You have been out there, David, but you have forgotten. Now you must remember." "No, not exactly forgotten," he said uneasily. "It's all in my head, a lot of things jumbled together--like the haze in there. I have no wish to straighten it out, either. There is such a thing as knowing too much sometimes. We are happier this way--don't let's run any risks changing what we already have. Soon there will be that feast, you said--and then, if you are queen, perhaps you will want me to be king. How proud I shall be! You are very beautiful, Sajipona; noble and great, like the daughter of real kings of the earth. You are my dream-queen, you know, the first love to touch my soul with a knowledge of beauty. Such a woman men die for! Sometimes, when you sing to me, or tease old Narva; or when I would hold you and you kind of ripple away laughing, like the little brook at the bottom of the garden--yes, that is the woman men die loving." "I wonder if you will always think that!" "You mean, I may forget?" "No, you will remember." "'Remember!' You mean, those other things wrapped in the haze--the things that we wait to see come out in the pool of light. That's just it! No, I don't want them; they spoil the first picture. To worship beauty like yours, to live forever in the spell of your eyes, the fragrance of your whole perfect being--that is happiness. I want nothing else. Why lose our dream-loves; why snatch from us, even before it is ours, the first pure flower that touches the lips of youth? Don't rob me of mine, my queen!"