The Book of Three (The Chronicles of Prydain, #1)

by Lloyd Alexander

Nothing we do is ever done entirely alone.

I have dreamed often of Caer Dallben and I love it—and you and Coll—more than ever. I asked for nothing better than to be at home, and my heart rejoices. Yet it is a curious feeling. I have returned to the chamber I slept in and found it smaller than I remember. The fields are beautiful, yet not quite as I recalled them. And I am troubled, for I wonder now if I am to be a stranger in my own home.” Dallben shook his head. “No, that you shall never be. But it is not Caer Dallben which has grown smaller. You have grown bigger. That is the way of it.”