the chronicles of prydain
taken from the 1964 - 1968 lloyd alexander book series.
i can understand coming out of the rain, but i donât see deliberately going into it.
true, you have seen these things. but there are equal parts of love and joy.Â
we appreciate your sentiments, but with that leg of yours, youâre hardly up to slashing or gashing or anything at all.
itâs lucky you went unconscious. you missed the worst of it.
if you want to be something with a name attached to it, i canât think of anything closer to hand.
chew these. they will ease your pain.
let me look at you. you have grown since last we met.
hurry along. itâs starting to snow.
i hate crying; it makes my nose feel like a melted icicle.
itâs a gorgeous day â taking everything into consideration.
roots and rain water have been my meat and drink.
donât pout that way, my child, youâll give yourself a blister.
you had better sleep. iâll finish the watch for you.
fetch medicines, the healing herbs from my saddlebags â
drink. your strength will return in a moment.
i donât think you know much about fighting if you let yourself get knocked about and cut up so badly.
a fever is working in you.Â
dig, friends! dig for your lives!Â
count the deed, not the thought.
iâm sorry about your poor tender head, and that a friend should be wounded for my sake.
we are companions and protect one another against dangers.Â
besides, your friendship is gift enough for me.
memory lives longer than what it remembers.
someone cooks tasty crunchings and munchings!
youâll be all right, i promise you. good as new in a little while.Â
once you have courage to look upon evil, seeing it for what it is and naming it by its true name, it is powerless against you, and you can destroy it.
it is a thing of evil, and has brought nothing but evil.
you should be ashamed of yourself. itâs like looking the other way when someoneâs about to walk into a hole.Â
whatâs happened to you? you look like half of yourself.Â
follow the way, my friend.
move away! get off the stone!
no merry meeting, and no long one.
we donât even know where we are, let alone why. itâs worse than rolling downhill in the dark.
youâre splitting hairs. lost is lost.
do you have the eyes of an owl, to find a trail at nightfall?
thatâs very nice, but i canât imagine why knowledge, truth, and love should be so much of a secret.
youâve saved my life. another moment and iâd have been beaten into a pudding.
if i fret over tomorrow, iâll have little joy today.
do? what else but start anew?Â
i was hoping youâd wake up soon. you canât imagine how boring it is to sit and watch somebody sleep. itâs like counting stones in a wall. Â
well, thatâs the price for being open-hearted and generous. so be it.
iâm in no mood to do battle. iâm going to sleep.
what use am i? to myself, to anyone?Â
this, too, is a treasure.
it was a sad tune. but the odd thing about it is, you donât mind the sadness. itâs like feeling better after youâve had a good cry.
now, thatâs a blade worth bearing.Â
what clashings and smashings!
no beast, no bird will roam or fly with the joy of a free heart.
keep a bold heart. your courage will be tested enough.
but i wonât wear it a moment longer. itâs rubbed a blister and it makes my head ache.
i donât know what youâre complaining about. iâve never been so comfortable in all my life.
itâs nothing, nothing at all. a few little comforts to ease the journey.
rest now. later, we shall speak of happier things.
that is the silliest thing iâve heard this morning.
and youâd better stay perfectly still for a while.
as the wind blows, so do we follow it.Â
itâs my long experience that people can be very odd about their belongings.
but mind you, if life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.
thatâs the worst of having your dream broken into. you can never find it again.
every living thing deserves our respect, be it humble or proud, ugly or beautiful. Â
your wounds are still fresh. you cannot make such a journey.
iâve never met a person who could talk about such dreadful things and smile at the same time. itâs like ants walking up and down your back.Â
and you, a little worse for wear. ___ has mentioned how you came by those bruises.
youâre mistaken if you think iâm going to go marching through the woods in the middle of the night.
do you want to leave? go, by all means. the sooner the better!
i dreamed we were all caught in a terrible storm. it wasnât pleasant at all. or am i still dreaming?
after the way you jumped on me, you deserve to have your head smacked.Â
iâm leaving that uncomfortable crown behind.
will you heal your hurt? then follow me.
you are the oaken staff i lean on. more than that. you are the whole sturdy tree, and a true warrior.
itâs silly to worry because you canât do something you simply canât do. thatâs worse than trying to make yourself taller by standing on your head.
my shame is as deep as my sorrow.
it would do you good. you look as jumpy as a frog with fleas!
a lucky wind it was that brought you to us.
you pale grub! you lightless lightning bug!
it still gives me bad dreams, even when iâm not asleep.
give me a moment to catch my breath, for i lost it somewhere along the way.Â
my quest has brought only grief to all of you.Â
you look like a fish thatâs climbed into a birdâs nest by mistake.