Surely this small creature could not know my purpose here.

How would some creature not even made of matter at all, this far distant, know his name?

I had no need to ask why the creature knew this place was magic.

Only one creature would have known that such a thing was finally possible.

Even the small creatures in wood and field who could understand no language save their own knew what it meant.

What passed in the brain behind those eyes only the creature and its Maker knew.

If the creature did not know him, this would be the end.

At least these creatures would never know what people called them.

"No creature we spoke with knows where the great bell may be."

No creature can know another without the help of a body.