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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.

I Only Suggest To You: Will You Dwell On Killing This Man? You Wish For Revenge? If You Do, He Has Already Killed You By Slow Poison. So, Let It Go. Why Waste Your Time? His Life Will See To His Death.

Draw Dyrnwyn, Only Thou Of Noble Worth, To Rule With Justice, To Strike Down Evil. Who Wields It In Good Cause Shall Slay Even The Lord Of Death.

Hope Is An Essential Thread In The Fabric Of All Fantasies, An Ariadne's Thread To Guide Us Out Of The Labyrinth ... Human Beings Have Always Needed Hope, And Surely Now More Than Ever.

Just Because You've Seen Something Doesn't Mean You'll Stop Looking. There's Always Something You Didn't See Before.