Long ago in the Lost Land, forgotten by all its people now, there was the beginning of that gold-linked chain of yours, iron and bronze and water and fire …
… The Land is neither of the Dark nor the Light, nor ever was. …
… Its enchantment was of a separate kind, the magic of the mind and the hand and the eye, that owes no allegiance because it is neither good nor bad. …
… It has no more to do with the behaviour of men, or the great absolutes of the Light and the Dark, than does the blossom of a rose or the leaping curve of a fish.