“What! I don't care about being a princess! And since I'm already a young lady, how else could I behave? That's like asking a fish not to swim!" ~Princess Eilonwy, daughter of Angharad, daughter of Regat, of the Royal house of Llyr”

“Go back' Taran shouted at the top of his voice.'Have you lost your wits?'Eilonwy, for it was she, half-halted. She had tucked her plaited hair under a leather helmet. The Princess of Llyr smiled cheerfully at him. 'I understand you're upset,' she shouted back, 'but that's no cause to be rude.' She galloped on.For a time, Taran could not believe he had really seen her.”

“Since no one has mentioned it,' said Eilonwy, 'it seems I'm not being asked to come along. Very well, I shan't insist.''You, too, have gained wisdom, Princess,' said Dallben. 'Your days on Mona were not ill-spent.''Of course,' Eilonwy went on, 'after you leave, the thought may strike me that it's a pleasent day for a short ride to go picking wildflowers which might be hard to find, especially since it's almost winter. Not that I'd be following you, you understand. But I might, by accident, lose my way, and mistakenly happen to catch up with you. By then, it would be too late for me to come home, through no fault of my own.”

“...alas, raising a young lady is a mystery even beyond an enchanter's skill.”

“If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?”

“He was a great poet" They lamented.No, he was not a great poet," said Theo, "He was a good poet, he could have been better. That's the real loss don't you see?”

“By all means," cried the bard, his eyes lighting up. "A Fflam to the rescue! Storm the castle! Carry it by assault! Batter down the gates!""There's not much of it left to storm," said Eilonwy. "Oh?" said Fflewddur, with disappointment. "Very well, we shall do the best we can.”