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.

King Constantine IX of Regia had been killed three times and was bored with it. He wanted a bath.

You know how chickens are, imagining the world coming to an end one moment, then pecking corn the next.

You must know nothing before you can learn something, and be empty before you can be filled. Is not the emptiness of the bowl what makes it useful? As for laws, a parrot can repeat them word for word. Their spirit is something else again. As for governing, one must first be lowest before being highest.

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

Just because you've seen something doesn't mean you'll stop looking. There's always something you didn't see before.

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.