“I wonder,” he said after a long silence, “what will happen if I open my eyes?” The Prince of the Farthest Shore, sitting beside him, answered, “You’ll see things as they are.” Alistair shuddered. Since that moment of red mouth and black teeth and pain like ripping fire, he wasn’t convinced he wanted to see things as they were. “Maybe,” he said, “I’d rather sit here in the dark.” “No, you wouldn’t,” said the Prince, and there was a smile in his voice.”