I Loved All The World's Mythologies.

By All Means," Cried The Bard, His Eyes Lighting Up. "a Fflam To The Rescue! Storm The Castle! Carry It By Assault! Batter Down The Gates!" "there's Not Much Of It Left To Storm," Said Eilonwy. "oh?" Said Fflewddur, With Disappointment. "very Well, We Shall Do The Best We Can.

A Crown Is More Discomfort Than Adornment. If You Have Learned That, You Have Already Learned Much.

Evil Conquered?' Said Gwydion. 'you Have Learned Much, But Learn This Last And Hardest Of Lessons. You Have Conquered Only The Enchantments Of Evil. That Was The Easiest Of Your Tasks, Only A Beginning, Not An Ending. Do You Believe Evil Itself To Be So Quickly Overcome? Not So Long As Men Still Hate And Slay Each Other, When Greed And Anger Goad Them. Against These Even A Flaming Sword Cannot Prevail, But Only That Portion Of Good In All Men's Hearts Whose Flame Can Never Be Quenched.

Behind One Truth There Is Always Yet Another.

He Will Not Succeed In This," Taran Said. "somehow, We Must Find A Way To Escape. We Dare Not Lose Hope." "i Agree Absolutely," Fflewddur Answered. "your General Idea Is Excellent; It's Only The Details That Are Lacking.