Fear and realisation of ignorance, strong medicines against stupid pride.

The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.

By ignorance is pride increased; Those most assume who know the least

Well met, Mistress Lirael. This ragamuffin, as your servant so aptly described him, is His Highness Prince Sameth, the Abhorsen-in-Waiting. Hence the bells. But on to more serious matters. Could you please rescue us? Prince Sameth's personal vessel is not quite what I'm used to, and he is eager to catch me a fish before my morning nap.

He was obviously a very arrogant ragamuffin, and younger than she was, to boot. And he was wearing a necromancer's bells! Apart from that, he was quite handsome, which was another black mark as far as she was concerned.

É o caminhante que escolhe o caminho ou o caminho o caminhante?