[Diarmuid tries to reach back to grab that swishing tail and give it a very light pull. He's amused at how much she is getting into the story.]

I fully expected the White Hart to dodge somehow. Don't ask me how which him on the ground and hurt, but I did. That is why when my spear struck true, I did not believe it right away. It was true, though, and no illusion. We had downed him. Seelie and Unseelie. Together.

It was an amazing feeling. I will never forget it.