"I will avenge them all," she murmured to herself. "Every. Single. One."
"First, you will rest. Much has been taken from you, Lady Willow, but much more abides."
"And though we are not that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven," Willow replied, joining in reciting the poem which guided her more deeply than any morality. The Oddysey had lessons for all.
"What which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts. Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will."
"To strive."
"To seek."
"To find."
They intoned the final line together, two voices blending in perfect concert.
"And not to yield.”