Another, a younger
voice, interrupted him: "Afraid or not, you can't escape it anyhow."
"Why, right beside you," spoke a tiny
voice. "Can't you see us?"
Questioned as to what the
voice had said, she was unable to tell, yet averred that the words were perfectly distinct.
Then was there once more spoken unto me without
voice: "Thou knowest it, Zarathustra, but thou dost not speak it!"--
"Where did that
voice come from, when there is no one around?
I saw a third--I heard his
voice: It is the Hermit good!
Though he had heard my
voice when I first addressed him, the sounds had come to him in a manner so contrary to his experience that he had made no answer, "seeing no man", as he expressed it, "and hearing a
voice as it were from my own intestines." Until the moment when I placed my mouth in his World, he had neither seen me, nor heard anything except confused sounds beating against -- what I called his side, but what he called his INSIDE or STOMACH; nor had he even now the least conception of the region from which I had come.
"Whom do you mean by `he'?" she asked, in a changed
voice. "Who shall not escape you?"
'I'm a Fawn!' it cried out in a
voice of delight, 'and, dear me!
We heard her low
voice, and then, in a
voice I did not recognise the answer:
"Young," he said; "with a fair, sad face--with kind, tender eyes--with a soft, clear
voice. Young and loving and merciful.
A man was speaking there--Jurgis heard his
voice vaguely; but all his thoughts were for this woman's face.