“Roland, I am. Do you wish to know why? Because I cannot remember it after having given birth to a boy, then a boy, then a girl, then a boy, then a girl, then a boy, then a girl, then a girl, then a boy. Then another boy!” “He wants you to have ten children?” “It’s written in the stars, apparently.” “You’ll be exhausted.” “I didn’t say they were my stars, Roland.” He then thwacked me with an arrow and I gave chase.
