PONTAGAR: Father, if this is another one of your rants against Ipola, I’m not in the mood right now. Just because she refused your bed — ARROGOND: That … has nothing to do with this. PONTAGAR: I see. ARROGOND: She’s always on about the harms the ancients wrought, on the fish and the birds and the plants – the damn trees, for Fire’s sake! Grass! As though that was more important! PONTAGAR: Well – Father, we do need the forests, we need grass to feed the – ARROGOND: In those days we had control of it all! It was all controlled! Of course we made some sacrifice of the luxuries like pretty scenery. Some of the animals died out, but Pontagar, we had the power. We had the power to make the world as we wished. Animals? We could make more of them, as we chose! Whatever shapes we wanted! Grass? Ha! We could make them eat anything we wanted, and thrive!