She had no particular breed in mind, no unusual requirements. Except the special sense of mutual recognition that tells dog and human they have both come to the right place.

No, no," said Taran slowly, "It would be folly to think of attacking them." He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. "The bards would sing of us," he admitted, "but we'd be in no position to appreciate it.

I loved all the world's mythologies.

...alas, raising a young lady is a mystery even beyond an enchanter's skill.

A taste for adventure is by no means a masculine monopoly.

And thus did an Assistant Pig-Keeper become High King of Prydain.

For man to be worthy of any rank, he must strive first to be a man.