“Stop a minute, Ambrose!" interrupted Master Nathaniel. "I've got a sudden silly whim that we should take an oath I must have read when I was a youngster in some old book... the words have suddenly come back to me. They go like this: We (and then we say our own names), Nathaniel Chanticleer and Ambrose Honeysuckle, swear by the Living and the Dead, by the Past and the Future, by Memories and Hopes, that if a Vision comes begging at our door we will take it in and warm it at our hearth, and that we will not be wiser than the foolish nor more cunning than the simple, and that we will remember that he who rides the Wind needs must go where his Steed carries him.” MemoriesThe PastVisionsHopesThe FutureThe DeadOathsThe LivingAmbrose HoneysuckleNathaniel ChanticleerRiding The Wind Book:Lud-in-the-Mist Source: Lud-in-the-Mist
“The country people, indeed, did not always clearly distinguish between the Fairies and the dead. They called them both the 'Silent People'; and the Milky Way they thought was the path along which the dead were carried to Fairyland.” DeathFairyFairiesThe DeadFairylandSilent PeopleThe Milky Way Book:Lud-in-the-Mist Source: Lud-in-the-Mist
