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Cats Were Often Familiars To Workers Of Magic Because To Anyone Used To Wrestling With Self-willed, Wayward, Devious Magic--which Was What All Magic Was--it Was Rather Soothing To Have All The Same Qualities Wrapped Up In A Small, Furry, Generally Attractive Bundle That...might, If It Were In A Good Mood, Sit On Your Knee And Purr. Magic Never Sat On Anybody's Knee And Purred.

All You Did Was Sit There, He Said. Why Are You So Tired? I Sat Very Diligently, She Said.

Feeling At Peace, However Fragilely, Made It Easy To Slip Into The Visionary End Of The Dark-sight. The Rose Shadows Said That They Loved The Sun, But That They Also Loved The Dark, Where Their Roots Grew Through The Lightless Mystery Of The Earth. The Roses Said: You Do Not Have To Choose.

He Laughed, Tried To Make It Into A Cough, Inhaled At Exactly The Wrong Moment, And Then Really Did Cough.

But The World Turns, And Even Legends Change; And Somewhere There Is A Border, And Sometime, Perhaps, Someone Will Decide To Cross It, However Well Guarded Its Thorns May Be.