Once she exclaimed, "But I always thought that sorceresses were evil!" "What do you mean 'evil'?" Lynet has never considered the question. "You know," she said, after a moment, "unfriendly to people." "People!" repeated Morgana derisively. "As if humans were all that mattered. Just once I'd like to see people judged by how friendly they are to sorceresses.

They've named the well after you." "How did they know my name?" "They don't. They invented one.

Which do you hate more: breaking your word or dying?" "I don't know. I've never done either.

Whatever you seize for yourself is worthless. Only what is given you has value.

How did they know that I was the one who saved them?" "They don't. You're the third knight they've celebrated over since it happened.

I have this recurring nightmare where I'm lost in a strange forest, and my only hope is your sense of direction. Enough to give a fellow the sweats, it is.

Very well. I shall try to think like an idiot.