This was a great magic. Festin had no more performed it than has any man who in exile or danger longs for the earth and waters of his home, seeing and yearning over the doorsill of his house, the table where he has eaten, the branches outside the window of the room where he has slept. Only in dreams do any but the great Mages realize this magic of going home.

Judgement is poverty.

If you go ahead, if you keep running, wherever you run you will meet danger and evil, for it drives you, it chooses the way you go. You must choose. You must seek what seeks you. You must hunt the hunter...A man would know the end he goes to, but he cannot know it if he does not turn, and return to his beginning, and hold that beginning in his being. If he would not be a stick whirled and whelmed in the stream, he must be the stream itself, all of it, from its spring to its sinking in the sea.

In diversity is life and where there's life there's hope, was the general sum of his creed, a modest one to be sure.

A woman's a different thing entirely. Who knows where a woman begins and ends? Listen, mistress, I have roots, I have roots deeper than this island.Deeper than the sea, older than the raising of the lands. I go back into the dark.

Un hombre puede saber a dónde va, mas nunca podrá saberlo si no regresa y vuelve a su origen, y atesora ese origen. Si no quiere ser una rama desgajada que va y viene y se hunde a merced de la corriente, entonces tendrá que ser el torrente mismo, todo él desde el nacimiento hasta la desembocadura en las aguas del mar.

Tienes cicatrices, cicatrices feas, porque te hicieron algo feo, algo malvado. La gente ve las cicatrices. Pero también te ve a ti y tú no eres esas cicatrices. No eres fea. No eres malvada. Eres Therru y eres hermosa. Eres Therru, que puede trabajar y caminar y correr y bailar, hermosamente, con un vestido rojo.

Así damos siempre ese primer paso, repentino y rápido, que nos separa de la infancia, sin mirar hacia atrás ni hacia adelante, sin cautela, y con las manos vacías.

In this he saw that Ogion had been right: the shadow could not draw on his power, so long as he was turned against it.