Having one king, one god, one belief, they can act single-mindedly. - Ursula K. Le Guin

A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free.
What she had begun to learn was the weight of liberty. Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.

It seemed, at least, that they had not taught the boy to lie. But they had not taught him to know truth from lies.

O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn’t then.