You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

I’m not a Knight. I’m a Bishop. Or at least I am trying to be. And traveling with you is the most slantwise, backward thing I can possibly think of, which in this place probably means it’s the right thing to do.

No, not like this, when I have not seen you without your skin on, when I know nothing, when I am not safe. Not you, whose name all my nightmares know.

You can't trust just any old person who comes along with a hundred puffins and a pretty face!