Chapter 9 Chapter 2 The Giant Couple

As it happened, at the time when Cartham was launching his anti-God Eaters campaign, just before the general election that brought him to power—under the most dire of circumstances—Giant Princess, whose early nourishment to Wink Her Royal Highness, who had played so much a role in the glorious future of Dr. Ernesto, came to London from her father's kingdom to attend an event of great importance and importance.For political reasons, she was promised to a prince - the wedding ceremony will be world-famous.There have been some mysterious delays.Rumors and rumors are mixed with people's imagination, and it is regarded as a major international event, and various theories have appeared.Some refer to a recalcitrant prince who declares that he would never want to be looked like a fool—at least to that extent.People sympathize with him, which is the most meaningful aspect of the whole thing.

It may seem strange now, but the truth is that when a princess came to England, she had no idea that there were other giants.She's been living in an environment where tact has become almost a passion and reservation is the air of life.They didn't tell her that, didn't make her see or imagine anything big, until the time when she was scheduled to come to England.Until she met little Redwood, she had no idea there were other giants in the world. In the kingdom of the princess' father, there are wild plateaus and mountains, and she is used to roaming freely in them.She loved sunrises and sunsets, and the great splendor of the open sky more than anything else in the world.Her liberty, however, was greatly restricted among a people as democratic and passionately loyal to the Crown as the English.People flocked to see her in motor vehicles and traveling trains; they would ride bicycles to see her for long distances, and if she wanted to walk quietly, she had to get up early, which was just before dawn. Redwood Jr. met her when he was young.

The Great Hunting Garden was about 20 miles southwest from the West Palace Gate to the palace where she stayed, and the chestnut trees stretched high above her head by the roadside.As she passed, each plant seemed to compete to offer a greater variety of flowers.For a while, she was just intoxicated by the beauty and fragrance, but then she was moved by the dedication, and was so busy picking and picking that she didn't realize that little Redwood was approaching. She walks among the chestnut trees, not even realizing that her destined lover is walking towards her.She reached between the twigs, broke them off, and gathered them together.She is alone.Then—she raised her eyes, and at that moment, she had a partner.

We have to put our imaginations to his size to see the beauty he sees.That inaccessible enormity that prevents our immediate liking.It doesn't exist for him.She stood there, a beautiful girl who seemed to be the first creation for him to be his companion, she was slim and light, her clothes were thin, and the fresh morning hair stuck the delicately folded robe to her body, and the outline was strong And soft lines, a large bouquet of blooming chestnut branches sticks in the hand.The front collar of the robe was open, revealing her fair neck and the soft and dark skin of Nakaman that gradually disappeared towards her shoulders.The breeze blew a lock of her hair secretly, and the reddish gold strands at the ends crossed her cheeks.She stretched out her hand towards the flower tree, her blue eyes were wide open, and there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

She turned and saw him, startled.For a while, they looked at each other.She looked at him with amazement, disbelief, almost frightened for a moment.Like a god, he brought a shock; he broke all the established laws of her world.He was then a young man of twenty-one, well built, with his father's dark complexion and dignified demeanor.He wears a light brown leather suit that fits comfortably, and brown stockings that give him a majestic and brave look.He does not wear a hat on his head all year round.They stood, staring at each other - she was amazed.He couldn't believe his eyes, and his heart was beating wildly.It was a moment without a prologue, the biggest moment of their lives.

On his part, there was less surprise.He has been looking for her, but his heart is still beating violently.He stared at her face and walked towards her, slowly. "You are the princess," he said, "my father told me. You are the princess who ate the food". "I'm a princess—yes," she said, with surprise in her eyes. "But—who are you?" "I am the son of the man who made the god food." "God Food!" "Yes, God Food—." "But--" There was also infinite confusion on her face. "What? I don't understand. God Food?"

"Haven't you heard of it?" "God Food! No!" She felt herself trembling violently.She turned pale. "I didn't know," she said, "you mean—?" He waited for him to finish. "You mean there are other—giants?" He repeated, "Haven't you heard?" With growing astonishment and growing understanding, she replied, "No!" The whole world, the meaning of the whole world, was changing for her.A chestnut branch slipped from her hand. "You mean," she repeated foolishly, "that there are other giants in the world? What kind of food—?"

He saw her surprise. "You don't know anything?" he cried. "Never heard of us? You, the Food of God, have bound you to us." There was terror in those eyes looking at him.Her hand rose to her throat, then fell again.She said softly, "No!" She felt that she was about to cry or she would faint.After a while, she controlled herself, and her words and thoughts became clear. "All these things have been kept from me," she said. "It's like a dream. I've dreamed—I've dreamed of such things. But woke up—in vain. Tell me! Tell me! Are you What? What is God's Food? Slow down and explain clearly one by one. I am not alone, why do they keep this from me?"

"Tell me," she said.Little Redwood was trembling with excitement, and began to speak incoherently, stammering and telling her about the God Food and the giant children scattered around the world.You've got to imagine them both, flushed, startled, passing something and only half saying it.Only half of the words were heard to understand and repeat each other, the words were confused, interrupted, and then started again-this was a wonderful conversation, which woke her up from a lifetime of ignorance.Very slowly she began to see that she was not an exception to the human law, but one of a scattered brethren, all of whom had eaten the god food, and all had grown beyond the limits of the little people at their feet.Redwood Jr. spoke of his father, of Cosar, of his brethren in the diaspora, of a grand beginning at last in world history with a larger meaning. "We're at the beginning of the beginning," he says, and their world is only a prologue to the world that the food will create.

"My father was sure - and I was sure - that a time would come when the small would disappear entirely from the world of men - when the giants would walk freely on the earth - the earth It's their—and going on to grander, grander things. But—that's later. We're not even the first generation—we're just the first experiments.” "Those things," she said, "I never knew anything about it." "Sometimes it seems to me that we come too early. Someone has to come first, I think. However, there are still things in this world that are not so great that we have grown up with the food of the gods. Not prepared. There have been blunders; there have been conflicts. Those little people hated our kind.

"They were very hard on us, just because we were so small. And because their feet were heavy on the things they lived on. Anyway, now they hate us; they don't want any of us - just us Shrink back to their normal size and they will begin to forgive. "The house in which they live happily is but a prison to us; their cities are too big for us, and their narrow ways are a pain for us; and we cannot worship in their churches. "We can see in from their walls and everything they wall themselves in; we see what's going on in upstairs windows if we're not looking; we pay no heed to their customs; their laws but to entangle us A net for the feet. "Every time we stumbled, we heard them yelling, every time we went outside their limits, or tried to stretch and do any big movement, it was the same. "Our wanderings are their wild runs, and all that they see as great and marvelous is to us a pyramid of dolls. Their manners and implements, and their smallness of imagination hinder and thwart our greatness Strength. Our hands are mighty, but useless to our needs. They hold our great strength under their servitude with a thousand invisible cords. One to one, we are strong, a hundred times, but we are disarmed; our greatness makes us debtors; they claim a right to the land beneath our feet; they tax our great need for food and shelter. For all this, We have to work with the tools we make of those gnome powers - to satisfy their gnome-like whims. "They fenced us in on all sides. Just trying to survive, you couldn't not go beyond their boundaries. Just for being here today to meet you, I went beyond the boundaries. Everything that makes sense and aspirations in life , were used by them as restrictions. We were not allowed to enter the city, we were not allowed to cross the bridge, we were not allowed to step on their plowed fields, and maybe we were allowed to enter their hunting grounds. Except for the three brothers of the Cossar family, I Now separated from all the brethren, even the passage between me and the Cosal family is narrower than ever. It can be imagined that they are looking for an opportunity to deal with us and prepare to do something more vicious " "But we are strong enough," she said. "We'll be strong--yes. We feel it, all of us--you too, and I know you must feel that we have strength, that we can do great things, that power churns upon us. But in Before we can do anything—" He swung a hand, as if to sweep the world away. "Though I used to think I was all alone in the world," she said after a pause, "I thought about that too. They've always taught me that strength is almost a sin, that small is better than big, and that all religions patronize the weak. Encourage the weak, help them reproduce and reproduce until they finally climb into a heap; and ask me to sacrifice my strength for their cause. However, I always doubt what they teach." "Our lives," he said, "our bodies are not made for death." "no." "It's not just about doing nothing, either. But if we don't want to do nothing, we brethren see it clearly, there's going to be a struggle. I don't know before those little people let us live as we want , how hard the fight was. All the brothers thought of that. Cossar, I told you, thought the same way." "They're small and weak." "That's right. But you know, all deadly weapons are in their hands, and made for their hands. For hundreds of thousands of years, these little people - whose world is being invaded by us - — have been learning how to kill each other. They're pretty good at that. They're good at a lot of things. Plus, they're cheating, they're falling out. I don't know. There's a fight coming. You—you maybe Unlike us. For us, for sure, the struggle will come. They call it war. We know, we are preparing for this, but you know - these little people! - We don't know how to kill, at least we don't want to kill--" "Look!" she interrupted him. He heard the trumpet hooting. Following her line of sight, he saw a buff car, the driver wearing black goggles and the passengers in fur coats, buzzing obnoxiously around his heels.He moved his foot away, and the driver snorted three times angrily and hurried on towards the city. "Block the way!" The voice floated up. Then, again, someone said, "Look! See that? That big monster princess, over the tree!" All the goggled faces turned to look. "I said," said another, "that's not going to work." "All this," said the Princess, "is very strange." "You mean, they should have told you," he was only halfway through. "Until I met you, I lived in a world where I was the only one who grew up so big. I made a life for myself. I used to think I was a strange natural deformity .But now, my world has collapsed in half an hour. I see another world, completely different conditions, wider possibilities—companions—” "Companion," he replied. "I want you to tell me more, tell me more," she said. "You know, it's like a story that goes right to my heart. Even you. Maybe in a day, maybe in a few days Then, I'll believe you. But now—now I'm dreaming. Listen!" The first chiming of the bell came to them from above the distant palace, and they both counted mechanically: "seven". "It's," she said, "that it's time for me to go back. They're sending my bowl of coffee down the hall where I sleep. Those little officials and servants—you can't dream how wonderful they are." Serious—will keep busy with their little duties." "They'll be surprised but I want to talk to you." She thought about it. "But I'm going to think. I'm going to be alone now, to think through this whole weird thing, to get rid of the old loneliness, to get your giants into my world. I'm going. I'm going to Go back to my palace in the castle, and to-morrow, at dawn, I will come again—come here." "I'll be here waiting for you." "I've been dreaming all day long about this new world you've given me. Even now, I can't believe it—" She took a step back and looked him over from his feet to his face.Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a moment. "That's right," she said, with a little laugh that was half a sob. "You're real. But it's amazing! Do you think—really—? If I came tomorrow and found you—a dwarf like everyone else! Yes, I'll have to think. Well, today — as the little ones do —” She held out her hand and they touched each other for the first time.The two held hands tightly, and their eyes met again. "Good-bye!" she said. "Good-bye today. Good-bye! Good-bye, Brother Giant." He hesitated, hesitated to speak, and finally, he simply replied "Goodbye!" For a while they held hands and looked into each other's faces.After parting, she turned her head frequently and looked at him half suspiciously: as for him, he stood motionless at the place where they met. She crossed the wide courtyard of the palace.Back at her own residence, she walked like a sleepwalker, with a big poppy tree branch hanging down from her hand. The two met fourteen times before the finale began.In the great hunting park.They met and swam among the rough trails and heathy moors of the Highlands, or in the piney gorges that stretched south-westward.Twice more their footprints were marked on the chestnut-lined avenue, and five times they came again by the great artificial lake that the king, her great-grandfather, had dug for pleasure.Here, there is a large piece of grassland surrounded by tall coniferous forests, and the grass slopes gently slope until the waterfront.When she comes here, she always sits for a while. He lies on her lap, looks up at her face, and talks with each other heart to heart, talking about the past, talking about the work that his father started before he was born, and talking about the past. The future of the giants, the bright and magnificent future like a dream.They usually met at dawn, but once in the afternoon when they met on the grass, there were many snoopers around, people on bicycles or on foot peeking out from the bushes behind (like sparrows in London parks), As a result, the dead branches and leaves rustled, and other boatmen rowed along the lake, trying to find a closer place to hear what they were talking about. This was the first sign that the local people were keenly interested in their meeting.There was a meeting that promoted the spread of rumors—that was the seventh time—under the bright moonlight, they came to the wilderness where the night wind swayed slightly.The night is so warm, so quiet, the sound of nature responds to the voice of the heart, turning into whispers. In an instant they were aware that within and through them a vast world was forming among men.They spoke of the great struggle between the big and the small, in which they were destined to engage, and of everything that was personal and far-reaching.Every time we meet and talk, every eye contact makes a potential thing further tend to be conscious and recognized, which is that there is something closer and more powerful than friendship between them. Something magical, this thing appeared among them and drew their hands together.And so they knew the word, and found themselves lovers, Adam and Eve of a new race in the world. Side by side, they stepped into the magical valley of love, where there is a quiet and deep place.The world is around them, changing with their moods. At this time, it becomes, or rather shows its original face, enveloping them with a kind of realistic beauty, the sky full of stars, Mere bright flowers at the feet of their love, dawn and dusk, but colorful curtains hanging by their roadside.For themselves and for each other, they are no longer flesh and blood, but have entered a state where tenderness and desire are intertwined.Whispering, silent, approaching, under the boundless sky, looking at the clear face of the lover in the moonlight.At this time, the motionless pine trees stood around them like guards.The footsteps of time stopped quietly, and the entire universe seemed to have frozen silently.Only two beating hearts can be heard.They seemed to live together in a world without death, when death was all around them.It seems that they spread, and they did spread, this hidden radiance in the heart of all things that no one before spread.Even a mediocre and tiny soul, love can make it shine all over, and here is the love of a giant couple who have eaten the god food. You can imagine the astonishment of this well-ordered world when it learned of such a thing: this princess, this princess who was betrothed to a prince, this princess!Royal blood flows in your veins!They even had a tryst—a lot of trysts—and it was with the obese son of an ordinary chemistry professor, a guy with no status, no status, and no property. Talk to him, talk to him, it seems that there is no such thing in the world. There is no king, no prince, no high and low, no Zaffar—it seems that there is nothing but giants and dwarves. Talking so hard, it is obvious that he is taking him as a lover. "If the press people catch it!" gasped Sir Arthur Puddle Butrickle. [① The original text says that Redwood is a professor of physiology in the first part of this book. [② Bootlik: The original "boot licker", a sycophant. "I hear—" said the old Bishop of Framps confidentially. "There's something new going on upstairs," the leader of the servants discussed while preparing the dessert after dinner. "In my opinion, this giant princess is one by one." "People say—" said the lady in charge of the clerk next to the palace gate, and all the little Americans who came to visit the hall of the palace had to buy tickets from her.And then—"We are empowered to refute rumors—"Piccaron writes in Gossip.And just like that, the whole thing exploded. [① Picaroon: The original intention is a liar. 】 "They say we must part," said the princess to her lover. "Why?" he exclaimed, "what new absurd ideas are in these guys' minds?" "Did you know," she asked, "that loving me is serious treason?" "My dear," he cried, "what of it? Their rights—irrational rights—and their treachery and loyalty mean nothing to us?" "Listen to me." And she told him all that had been said to her. "A queer little man came to see me. He had a soft, inflected voice, which was very pleasant, and his movements were soft. The little gentleman crept into my room like a cat, and raised his hand. Speaking of that pretty little white hand—that's what he is when he has something important to say. He's bald, but not completely bald, with a red, round little thing like his nose and cheeks, and a goatee. Spiky and lovely. He feigned excitement a few times to make his eyes shine. He's a good friend of the royal family here, you know, and calls me his dear young lady, and even From the very beginning he was very kind to me. 'My dear young lady,' said he, 'You know - you must not', said many times, and then, 'You have an obligation. '" "Where did they get such a man?" "That's what he loves," she said. "But I don't understand—" "He said something serious." "You don't think," he turned abruptly to her, "that there's anything in that sort of thing he's saying?" "Pretty sure, something," she replied. "You mean—?" "I mean, we've unwittingly trampled on the most sacred notions of the little people. We're royalty, we're a different class. We're worshiped prisoners, dolls in a guard of honor. To be worshipped , we have lost the most basic freedom. I should marry the prince - you don't know a thing about him. Well, a dwarf prince. He's nothing. It seems that this marriage can strengthen the relationship between my country and another country, and The country will benefit too. Think about it! Strengthen national relations!" "What now?" "They want me to carry on with this marriage--as if I had nothing to do with you." "It doesn't matter!" "That's right. It's not over yet. He said—" "That slippery expert of yours?" "Yes. He said it would be good for you, and good for the other giants, if we never met again. That's what he said." "What can they do if we don't?" "He said, as long as you don't see each other again, you can be free." "I!" "He emphasized: 'My dear young lady, it would be better and more honorable if you parted voluntarily.' That's all he said. Emphasis on voluntary." "But—! Where and how do we love each other, and what do we care about those little rascals? What have we to do with them, and their world?" "They don't think so." "Of course," he said, "you don't think about anything you've said to him." "I feel stupid as hell." "Let their laws bind us! We, in our first spring, are to be bound by their banal rules, by their blind laws! Humph!— let us not pay them any heed." "I'm yours. So far—yours." "So far? What about the future?" "But they—if they're going to leave us—" "What can they do?" "I don't know, what can they do?" "Who cares what they can, or want? I'm yours, you're mine. What's more important than that? I'm yours, you're mine—forever and ever. You really think I'll For their little rules, for those little prohibitions, for those red signs, stop for that!—just to be with you?" "Yes. But what can they do?" "You mean," he said, "what shall we do?" "right." "Us? We love each other forever." "What if they try to stop it?" He clenched his fists.He looked around, as if worried that the little people had come to make trouble.Then, he turned around and looked into the distance, "Yes, you are right, what can they do?" "Here, on this little piece of land," she said, then stopped. He seemed to understand exactly what she meant. "They're everywhere." "But we can—" he added. "where to?" "We can go. Let's swim across the sea together. The other side of the sea—" "I've never been to the other side of the sea." "There are wild mountains over there, and we will look like little people in the mountains. There are remote and secluded valleys, hidden lakes and swamps, and plateaus shrouded in white clouds that are inaccessible. over there--" "But to get to that place, we have to fight our way through millions of people day after day." "This is the only hope. There is no shelter for us in this crowded land. How can we be allowed to exist among these people? They are small and can hide from each other, but where can we hide? There's no place for us to eat, no place for us to sleep. If we hide—they'll follow our tracks." He suddenly had an idea. "There is a place," he said, "even on this island." "Where?" "My brethren have made a place. They have raised dikes around the house, east, south, west, north, and even now they have dug trenches and shelters—one of them came to see it not long ago Me. He said—I didn't pay much attention to what he said at the time. He talked about weapons. Maybe—right there—we could find a place to stay. "It's been days," he went on after a pause, "I haven't seen my brothers. God! I've been dreaming. I've forgotten everything! These days I can't do anything but see To you. I should talk to them, tell them your situation, and explain our situation. As long as they are willing, they can help. In this way, we really have hope. I don’t know where they have cultivated Not solid, but Corsal's sure to do well. Before—before I met you, now that I think about it—it was brewing. There was an election—Little When men get to this point they decide things by headcount. It must be chosen by now. There was a threat to all of my kind before—against us all except you. I must go Meet my brethren. Tell them what has happened between us, and what is the danger now on every side." On the next date, she waited for a while before he came.The agreement was to meet on a large grass field in the middle of the river bend that afternoon.She waited, shading the sun with her hand and looking south, noticing that it was extremely quiet everywhere, indeed, disturbingly quiet.Then she noticed that, although it was not so early, her entourage, the volunteer spies, had not followed.Not a soul to the left or right, not a single boat on the silver waves of the Thames.She tried to find a reason for this strange silence. Then, at the gap in the forest belt that blocked her view, she saw Redwood with joy. In a blink of an eye, he was covered by trees again, and after a while, he was seen walking out of the woods again.He looked a little strange, hurried and limping.He beckoned, and the princess went up to meet him.His face could be seen clearly, and every step he took, his face turned away, which caused the princess to feel infinite anxiety. She ran up to him, full of questions and vague fears.When he was at his side, he began to speak without greeting. "Are we breaking up?" he asked breathlessly. "No!" she answered. "What's the matter? What happened?" "But if we don't break up—! Now we're going to break up." "What happened?" "I don't want to break up," he said. "only--" He suddenly stopped and asked, "You don't want to leave me?" She looked firmly into his eyes. "What happened?" she asked. "Aren't you willing to separate temporarily?" "how long?" "Maybe years". "Separate! No!" "Have you figured it out?" he asked. "I don't want to separate," she took his hand. "Even if you have to die, die together. I won't let you go now." “Even if we have to die, we die together,” he said.Her fingers felt his grip tight. Redwood looked back, as if worried that the villains would catch up at this moment.Then he said: "It's possible to die." "Tell me, what's the matter?" she said. "They don't want me to come." "Why not?" "I came out of the workshop where I made the food, and gave it to Brother Cossar, and kept it in their camp. As soon as I went out, I met a little police officer—blue uniform, clean white Gloves—he told me to stop. 'This road is closed!' he said, and I didn't care, and went around the workshop and took another road going west, where there was another officer. 'This road was closed!' ’ and he added: ‘All roads are closed!’” "Where's the next step?" "I quarreled with him for a while. 'Everyone walks the road!' I said. "'Nice," he said. 'But you're getting in everyone's way. ' "'Well,' says I, 'I'll take the field,' but another gang jumps out from behind the hedge, saying, 'This is private land.' "'To hell with you all and private,' I said, 'I'm going to see my princess.' I stooped, and gently picked up the officer--kicking and yelling--from the Take it away from the road. Now everything seems to be alive in all directions, and people are running everywhere. I saw a man on a horse, running beside me while reading something--as soon as he finished reading, he turned and ran away- Head drooping. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Then I heard gunshots in the background." "gun!" "By the way—just like they beat rats. The bullets were flying all over the sky, and it sounded like a leg ripping something. One stung my leg." "How are you doing?" "I keep coming to you, and they run and shoot after me, and I don't care. Now one by one" "What about now?" "It's starting now. They're cutting us off. Now they're chasing me." "We will not separate." "Yes. But in that case you will have to follow me to our brothers." "Which way?" she asked. "Go east. My persecutors will come this way. Let's go that way. Follow the boulevard. I'm ahead Walking, in case they have an ambush—" He took a step, but she grabbed his arm. "No," she yelled, "I'm next to you, I'll hold you. I'm royalty, sacrosanct. If I hold you—God, let me fly with you—maybe they won't Shoot you." As she spoke, she hugged his shoulders, held his hand, and clung to him tightly. "Maybe they won't shoot you," she repeated.A surge of tenderness suddenly surged up, he held her in his arms, and kissed her cheek.Just kept holding her like this. "Even if we have to die, we will die together," she said softly to him.She put her arms around his neck and raised her face. "Dearest, kiss me again!" He hugged her tightly.They kissed silently and cuddled for a while.Then, still clinging to him, the two of them walked forward hand in hand.Maybe they'd be able to reach the refuge camp built by Kosar's sons before the little ones caught up. As they crossed the open hunting grounds behind the castle, the great cavalry rushed out of the woods, trying in vain to keep pace with their giants. Soon, some houses appeared in front of them, and people ran out of the houses with guns in hand. Seeing this formation, Redwood wanted to rush up and fight his way out, but was held back by her, turned around and walked south. Just as they were on their way, a bullet whized past their heads.