She Has Given You Something Of Value:

I Saw Myself. . . In The Time I Watched, I Saw Strength And Frailty, Pride And Vanity, Courage And Fear. Of Wisdom, A Little. Of Folly Much. Of Intentions Many Good Ones; But Many More Left Undone. On This Alas, I Saw Myself A Man Like Any Other. But This Too I Saw . . . Alike As Men May Seem, Each Is Different As Flakes Of Snow, No Two The Same.you Told Me You Had No Need To Seek The Mirror, Knowing You Were Annlaw Clay-shaper. Now I Know Who I Am: Myself And None Other. I Am Taran.

Story, Finally, Is Humanity's Autobiography.

I Know That Some Readers Think (the High King) Should Have Ended Differently. I Cried For Three Days Afterwards.

At The End Of Knowledge, Wisdom Begins, And At The End Of Wisdom, There Is Not Grief...but Hope

She Had No Particular Breed In Mind, No Unusual Requirements. Except The Special Sense Of Mutual Recognition That Tells Dog And Human They Have Both Come To The Right Place.