QUOTE : He found the man standing by the stable, his posture elegant as he locked eyes with Duchess the cat. They regarded each other with matching unblinking and unimpressed stares. Even their eyes seemed to match, with the warm sunlight bringing a hint of yellow to Ejoler’s gaze. “You won’t win,” Philip called. “That cat has the patience of a stone. She can out-stare anyone.” “I believe I have a chance. Even stone wears down given enough time.