Might does not make right! Right makes right! - T. H. White

...in going to sleep he had learned to vanquish light, and now the light could not rewake him.

what their politicians would call a traitor — because, by calling names, they can score the cheap debating points.

"Oh, what a lovely owl!" Cried the Wart.

But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through - as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek - and said in a doubtful voice

"There is no owl."

Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way.

"It is only a boy," said Merlyn.

"There is no boy," said the owl hopefully, without turning round.