the old man of the fire. her form was tall and noble. yet mossy knew her at once.
“how beautiful you are, tangle!” he said, in delight and astonishment.
“am i?” she returned. “oh, i have waited for you so long! but you, you are the old man of the sea. no. you are like the old man of the earth. no, no. you are like the oldest man of all. you are like them all. and yet you are my own old mossy! 