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know?" he asked again.
Prince Lir stopped walking and turned to face him. It was too dark for Schmendrick to see anything but the cool, milky shining where his wide eyes were.
"I did not know what she was until now," he said. "But I knew the first time I saw her that she was something more
than I could see. Unicorn, mermaid, lamia, sorceress, Gorgon —no name you give her would surprise me, or frighten me. I love whom I love."
"That's a very nice sentiment," Schmendrick said. "But when I change her back into her true self, so that she may do battle with the Red Bull and free her people—"
"I love whom I love," Prince Lfr repeated firmly. "You have no power over anything that matters."
Before the magician could reply, the Lady Amalthea was standing between them, though neither man had seen or heard her as she came back along the passageway. In the darkness she gleamed and trembled like running water. She said, "I will go no farther."
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