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necessary this was: not merely to make me feel fit, but to screen me from danger which I did not suspect. I don't know how long it took-maybe it was a fortnight, I don't think it was more-before this fine old creature felt that he had enough command of my language to launch into a discussion with me of general topics, or, what he called the explanation that I required.
" We had met for our morning session and, as he liked me to begin, I started that day by saying that the place was rather a surprise. I considered that a courteous understatement. His only reply was a question: `And ourselves even more so?° By the way, I'd learned by that time how to recognize the way humor could be shown in their otherwise expressionless faces. They would flicker that third eyelid which birds have in the corner of their eyes. This was a kind of solemn wink they gave when they were joking.
" I allowed that, perhaps, I had been a bit surprised by that, too. My surprise, of course, had been acute to the point of alarm; but I believe that that old bird, though he didn't ever frighten me, did surprise me more than anything I'd seen or heard before in that unbelievably odd place. Certainly his next remark gave no quarter to my self assurance. I had told him, as a sort of introduction to some questions on my part, that we humans had had a great imaginative writer who had hated mankind-with good reason-and therefore had written a story about an imaginary place where men were beasts and horses were supermen. My companion asked me a little about horses-what sort of animal they were and what their relationship was with us.
" For a moment he thought over what I had told him and

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