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"It's hard to give up being a hero, once you get used to it."

"She felt relieved that the prince was giving up his courtship, and amused as well, and somewhat sad. 'Girls like poems better than dead dragons and magic swords,' she offered. 'I always did, anyway, when I was a girl. The reason I ran off with Cully--'
But Prince Lír interrupted her, saying firmly, 'No, do not give me hope. I must learn to live without hope.'"

so dramatic emoboy

"He had made up his mind nevermore to trouble the Lady Amalthea with his attentions, but to live quietly in the thought of her, serving her ardently until his lonely death, but seeking neither her company, her admiration, nor her love. 'I will be as anonymous as the air she breathed,' he said, 'as invisible as the force that holds her on the earth.'"

"Molly's breath came like rope, fretting against her harsh throat. 'Damn you, why won't you help me?' she cried. 'Why must you always speak in riddles?'
One eye opened slowly, green and gold as sunlight in the woods. The cat said, 'I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.'"

"'What became of the unicorns? Where are they?'
The cat yawned again. 'Near and far, far and near,' he murmured. 'They are within sight of your lady's eyes, but almost out of reach of her memory. They are coming closer, and they are going away.' He closed his eyes."

"No cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them."

"'Could you always talk?' she asked the cat. 'Or was it the sight of Lady Amalthea that gave you speech?'
The cat licked a front paw reflectively. "It was the sight of her that made me feel like talking."

"Then, as though in answer, she heard the Bull. His bellow shattered the stones under her feet, she clutched desperately at the table to keep herself and the cat from plunging down to him. She cried out.
The cat said, 'He is going out. He goes out every sundown to hunt for the strange white beast that escaped him. You know that perfectly well. Don't be stupid.'"

"Small, swift creatures scuttled across the room, making a sound like King Haggard's voice; and the rain rumbled against the castle walls, sounding like the Red Bull."

"But Molly asked, not loudly, but in a way that made them all still, 'Do you know what a unicorn is? Have you ever seen one?'
Of everything alive in the little room, only the cat and the silence seemed to look back at her with any understanding. The four men blinked and belched and rubbed their eyes. Deep, restless, the sleeping Bull stirred again."