If you can’t pull me off my horse when I’m on my way to be sacrificed to pay the tiend to hell and hold onto me when I am in the form of various fearsome and loathsome beasts and then, when I take the form of a burning coal, plunge me into a dark well, thus allowing me to resume my true form and releasing me from the spell, then you don’t deserve me at my best

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