by Kathryn Lasky
"You can, boy! You can!" said Mrs. P. Her voice grew amazingly
strong. "You shall go on to the finish. You shall fly to the
forests, to the trees, to Hoolemere. You have defended yourself
against these crows. You have strode across deserts. You shall
defend yourself now by flying. You shall fly into the wind,
into the light, into this new day. Whatever the cost, you shall
fly on. You shall not fail or falter. You shall not weaken.
You shall finish the flight."