If you are foe, we do not fear you. If you are friend, your foes will be taught the fear of us.

Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the Stable. His eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King's ear, "By the Lion's Mane, I almost love this young warrior, Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash.

Bravery comes one day at a time.

You know me better than you think, you know, and you shall know me better yet.

Onward and Upward! To Narnia and the North!

Do not dare not to dare.